Baptize my soul
In the unholy water.
It's all the same - I'm burning
From inside.
Your distant call
Can't bear any longer
To filth has turned
My "everlasting" pride.
I've never known
I would be left so hopeless
Condemned to face the mirror
Of the past.
All by my own,
Embracing the unconscious,
The outer space
Absorbs my weak caress.
To the Symbol Estranged
© Copyright: Александра Абанина, 2009
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