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May 2021
In this moment, sour
Of a loved hour
That's our
Moment of power
And hope
Killed in a forever song
Resurrected with a ****
Long
A sound opening the door
For a second act...
That second act we will all know
As your own,
An owned moment given to react
To a tale's flow
Pact
Made with the devil to stay wrong,
With God to come back to your senses when the bell rung
As you wish
For a third and last song
To be sung, dance
To be danced, ****
To be long
Forgotten in a long hour of hope,
Loved power
Given with a moment of sour rope.
(I am) The Rope around your neck,
Decorating your skin,
Completing your outfit
In that fashion of elegance
Complimenting your beauty.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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