I see Death.
He stares at me.
Smiling his cold smile,
I'm mermorized.
His hand covers my breast,
Hearing my heart.
Death
He softly kisses my lips,
His hands feeling my body.
He eyes sparking with desire,
Does he see who I really am?
He whispers my true name.
Have I caught his eyes once more?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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