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Beneath her Contemptuous Gaze
Somewhere underfoot beneath her contemptuous gaze
Grinding and crushing
Blood rushing to her head
Misting bloody red
Wine and roses lay scattered
Dreams and schemes splattered
Left then right spinning into the vicious plight awaiting
Cold, colder yet as cruellest roaring sea
Light her slender form struck out at me
Red pretty toenails sharp as razors pledge th...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 6:16 pm
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