will there be miracles in my future life
will I jump of joy no matter if it rains or shines.
am I going to be happy opening my eyes
or will paint ravens torturing their prey.
will I smile to men, thinking of lust.
am I going to fulfill my desires and thirst .
will I drink champagne praising my fate
or will sing the saddest unfortunte song.
my artistic nature is wicked and vile
it is always hungry for amusements and joy
I am eager to feel how to stand at the edge
but to be secure is also my aim.
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