The Statue, by Emma_Bee Subscribe to rss feed for Emma_Bee

her eyes
they glare
gleam
stare
and i stare back
we stand
and look
studying
her hands
her smile
it's almost
mocking
she's shining
glowing
i touch her hand
it's cold
stone
the statue
Posted: 2009-12-07 00:29:44 UTC

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