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a poem - Princess of the Balkans

She
a perverted goddess
of milky sinful skin.

She
a forgotten soul
in a snowy forest.

She
a crystal knife
of shimmering beauty.

xxx

My corrupted muse,
don't cry on my dirty hands
don't caress me under gray skies.
Just be there, down in the ground
blessing all creatures that dare look at you.

2 comments:

  1. obsessed with black roses' princesses?

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  2. yes, obsessed with many uncommon things...

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