La Frileuse

Tilted, staring at destiny, the frame can not endure. In need
 just to paralyze the hands of time, for what women want 
more than being cherished by such passion.

The pallor faked a smile, muting words on the lips,  and
the fur failed, declaring surrender at the gates of woe,
trapping the skin in frozen inferno...

Fortunately the creeping demise still unable to defeat
fingertips,  used to summarize days and nights in features,
stirring seasons of my life,warming what remains through

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