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Feb. 5th, 2001 11:02 pmA little poem I wrote a couple of days ago. It's just a bit of silly pseudo gothic, but I sorta like it...
Cocktail Chills
cold as ice
was your blood
when I had it in a crystal goblet
garnished with a laurel leaf
but warm was your smile
that told me you are mine
when you rose from the grave
white as snow
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Date: 2001-02-05 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-02-05 03:07 pm (UTC)