the closed room
the closed room
a silenced landscape
where you seek
my thoughts
and paint words on my skin
in my nakedness
I talk of love
and the fragile lie
you so bewilderingly unchanged
now when the ice is thin
and steps we take so filled with danger
close to us now
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-04 at 20:13
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