to Alex. N.
Just like a thorn, which is scratching the flesh,
Such a painful pleasure, that you can give me.
Your beauty is dangerous more, than a death
And your sharp look is like a switchblade.
Your scornful smile is a ray of a laser,
Your naked cynicism cuts my soul like a razor,
Just one your word and my will breaks down,
When I look at you, I feel that losing ground
15.01.11
Switchblade
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