Бездны магия розы XVII
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Sleepless
her body lowers
out of the shell
iron dwarfs
form a circle of time
in the gents of virgins
she os the witch of the string
lost in my throat
resounding
in the moorlands of the feverish gaze
I, her sole inhabitant
castle through the yellowish water
bleed with
marble paradises
which form the circle of chestity
by the enchanted entities
lose their wisdom at random
cursed and forgotten for ever again and again
hover out
until her masterful presence
reshapes itself
into and out a corn of insomnia
since time immemorial
Sleepless
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