Still waters run deep

Night is slipping
Down the city
She is flipping
Over… Pretty
Girl leaves home
For hunting
Fervent storm
Is close to starting.
She is fickle,
As a werewolf
Roguish twinkle…
Gapes to wolf…

Day is slipping
Down the city
She is sleeping
Like a kitty
Kinsfolk fondly
Think her goody,
Slightly lonely,
Somewhat moody.
If they only
Tried to peep,
They could see
Still waters run deep.


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it's an unusual one ;))

Кертис Эйлес   30.08.2005 15:40     Заявить о нарушении
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