Through my monsters, through my fiction
Hustles once abandoned puzzle
Swallowed up in dog’s cute muzzle
Frying pan with contradiction
Through the lungs with air missing
Rising from abnormal creatures
With inborn chaotic features
Got no ears for careful listening
Through the hollow, through the copses
Rides the common sense and humor
Jumps untitled king of forces
Brings the fragrance of perfumer
Through
© Copyright: Виктория Горлова Ли, 2017
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