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I've never idolized a fierce woman.
No.
For me,
there was something so much more powerful,
in the way a woman could subdue a man, with a kind voice,
and gentle hand.
He had the soul of a moribund man
Clinging to the same bottle
He wished to drown himself in
I'll stay flittering in fanfare
While my carefree soul is still a sin
To people I will meet not once or never again
Oh! to tool my life through thin veil curtains
The curtains of the bourgeoisie
Unfinished but..
The Moon must have kissed her
โ€”before I
and the moon must have missed her
โ€”more than I
fore her love only came to me, in waves,
and I'd beg

for mercy


my love
my love come back to me
but she was meant for the sea
and Iโ€”
could not follow.
So in her divine love,
the love of life and light to follow
she carved out paths for me
and brackish water set us free
I wait to be awoken with loves gentle kiss.
Though at night I draw my curtains closed,
forbidding even the stars to gleam.
I do not desire beauty unless to catch but a glimpse of it in the reflection of your eyes.
Vanity is the poor womans death
๐“˜ ๐”€๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ฝ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ
๐“˜๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ซ๐“ฎ๐“ญ
๐“›๐“ฎ๐“ฐ๐“ผ ๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ต๐”‚ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ต๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ฎ ๐“น๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ฎ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ท๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ผ
๐“—๐“ธ๐”€ ๐“˜ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐“ฝ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ป ๐”€๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ญ๐“ผ

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