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You were frightened
by the way her fingers tightened
around your neck.
Eyes were forced from waves of blue
obliged to dance last pas de deux
now late to grasp what you got into.
Fingers tracing sheets of silk
skin as pale as icy milk
you fell through her fragile veil.
It was a blessing in disguise
to have this corrupt surmise
you could escape her snaky eyes.
Drenched from the stream of obscurity
you let her devour all your security
drowning in your own impurity.
Now you sit in your vast corner
lick the wounds that made you mourn her
smile as grim as tainted marble.
She had made who you became
ignited everlasting flame
that you can never learn to tame.
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
