Zaktualizowano: 2 lip 2024
There was no magic
Full moon has brought no change
And all the blood I've spilled for naught
No knight has ever come to wake me with kisses
My tears have never bought me enough love
And my pain nearly enough pleasure
The mothers lied
My body has never been a shrine
And the simple act of its possession
Had no lessons I would wish to learn
(originally written in January 2017)
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