Touch me not. Profane not the temple of the Lord God
Oscar Wild “Salome”
I link proudly flavour fond
Don`t believe myself anymore
Stark look
Leaving out the needless for needfull
Imaging faces running throughout my heart
I hop the perch searching your name in my gaze
To believe someone once more
Useless books made fish fly
Erode life
Divine gift has slipped out of my hands.........
Brick house I remember well
God yield frustration
Don`t believe myself anymore
I am insane ghost target for you
And for killed innocent
And for someone else
Preparation loss – smile at me
Myrtle bivalent serum
I pray like a quiz
My own zygomatic reflex
Divine gift has slipped out of my hands.........
Hamartophobia
© Copyright: Наталия Сайконен, 2006
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