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Jun 2019
Every poet has dreamt
of this moment
since the beginning of time.
Though, unlike them,
I have not come to ponder
and pursue shadows.
Instead at the alter of the cosmos,
I’ll teach the beasts to dance
and make love to the galaxy.

All witchcraft & madness
and soft deadly kisses.
What I mean to say is;
In the cruel heart of winter
you will find me
alone on the cold balcony,
choosing the universe over man,
like Eve did before me.

It’s not only the Deities of Death
whom love apples..
I’ll sink these incisors
into anything forbidden,
anything at all.
Jana Rosinska
Written by
Jana Rosinska  26/Neutrois/Under the Hunters Moon
(26/Neutrois/Under the Hunters Moon)   
   Rosmarie Correa
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