Frozen Wasteland
Pale midnight, and a bleeding sunset--
a kiss from lips so FROZEN
fingertips frozen in a tight hold
BLINDING SUN ON A FROZEN LANDSCAPE
the wasteland of the heart
BARREN
and F
R
O
Z
E
N
and waiting
for
you.
and the grip of frozen hands
relaxes
and glinting
with the dying light of sunset
is there falling
A small SILVER KEY
to her HEART.
--and tear stains that won't ever come out
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