Let me go away from you
and from your hugs. The kitchen was ready
to bake you in moonlight.
I had decided to remove
my thumbs. World was going to
win to burn the books for a cult.
The author sits quietly.
Smiles at poison in milk. Why does she
want to play with the asps like Cleopatra?
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Comments1
maybe to survive, like Cleopatra?
A lady of power, at a Time
of sword gyrating: masculine oppression,
yeah, maybe it was just to survive...
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