Margareta CucliIane

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D.Evil - Poem by Margareta CucliIane

Tattoos, imperfect tense
And damn, those bright blue eyes...
Like a thin layer of ice on the window of your soul.
You are left wondering what you'll see and feel
When the ice melts;
Maybe you'll melt too
Or maybe, if you're lucky,
You will burn.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 9, 2013

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