lovita j r morang
Mistress Of Misery - Poem by lovita j r morang
You make me cry,
you make me laugh,
you burn me with your hatred,
ruin in me in your anger.
Then shield me with pure light,
again come back running
again run away…
you bury me in the womb of wonders…
you make me mistress of your misery
you make me
the queen of you quintessentialities
the princess of your powered polemic.
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