Drop me a line or drop me off this ship,
Find me as keepers and lose me
As a Visigoth ruining my town.
Your presence is like a logically irrelevant
And a seducing dream,
A siren, a Goliath
With metal notes in a voice.
I'm nearly the same -
A Freudian nightmare,
A Hellenic creature,
A desireless nymph
That only craves for your perfect mind.
A blind date in a hall of fame
Or a ticket to a 1% tedious paradise?
We roll the dice
Of a public opinion
That always sounds
Like the first communion.
A masterpiece
That consists of inconsistencies -
This is the shape of your heart.
Roll the dice
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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