last station
long powerful handsbroad shoulders in matte green shirt
sharply marked cheekbones
steady gaze
last woman who saw him in life
passed with slow steps
giggled inwardly
felt the heat between her legs
overcome the feeling
of death
Poetry by Frans Nilsson
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Written on 2011-01-23 at 17:25
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