There is a fire in my velvet blood.
It's boiling hot,
it's scalding like a burning brand.
I am like an aborigine
that is ready for a hunt.
I am holding a sharp spear
I'll definitely pierce him.
He is in darkness now.
He has a quite life.
He smiled at me once.
But there's no redemption.
I 'll pray to all my gods.
will pay a madness dance.
He will be only mine.
Am waiting for conjunction.
There is a fire in my velvet blood
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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