You are an evil sorceress-rapist,
You always swirl me by your chaos,
Out of my hands you take the censer
To suck my nectar out by Manas.
Then throw me out for entertainment,
And simply leave me for two weeks,
And when you want - as a dismemberment
With all you poetry - you eat.
In general, you are strong and cruel,
And merciless. As if attached,
As if i were connected to you,
Hang out on your voice as a bunch,
As if I were a lifetime prisoner
And dear overseer is harsh -
To know all the tints on my cheeks, he
When feels desire - gives a slap.
For two weeks by you I've been tortured,
And again she came - to continue!
Who are you? Monster? Genius? Scarecrow?
But you even don't want to read me,
How I wriggle after you walking
And forget of all the philosophy.
And you go on to yourself, mocking,
And I as on a rope mince, toiling up.
A sorceress?
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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