My Hideaway
Oh, your frail voice.
Your voice like wind that caress…
Your perfect body like a dream…
A mask,
a mistake…
a hideaway…
Oh, your skin.
Your white skin, so cold betrayal…
Your fragile hands of nails…
Oh, your eyes.
Your still eyes…
a simple glance of faith.
A Lie…
Just a hideaway
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