In my dream - I used to be a warrior
wounds and blood never blocked my way
beast - was nature
laughed at all the weaknesses
many gods got gifts out of my hands.
I repeat myself - you should be tender
lips are glossy,
eyes are feminine
but my fighing spirit burns my belly cruelly
and arena's waiting for my sweating flesh.
In my dream
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2018
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