In the confines of their cardboard cartons, they elegantly enhance the colour riot. On a woman's tanned hands, they clink sensuously. Break them, and a single piece can poke the blood out of your skin. Pass by them as they bask in the morning sun on the pavement store, and they are what you call...temptation. Craving for colour. For clank. And some attention.
Friday, 23 January 2009
Temptation
In the confines of their cardboard cartons, they elegantly enhance the colour riot. On a woman's tanned hands, they clink sensuously. Break them, and a single piece can poke the blood out of your skin. Pass by them as they bask in the morning sun on the pavement store, and they are what you call...temptation. Craving for colour. For clank. And some attention.
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