She

She’s got fire on her eyes because red roses bloom in the dark asphalt in an autumn evening. And as the day goes by she finds herself dancing in a frozen lake upon naked red feet. Silent screams rise from gigantic clouds before the blood rain starts. It’s so sweet, so sweet, the way you tenderly offer me your heart that do remains hot and luscious inside me, near the red rose I’d swallow just before midnight.
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