Sin Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
Sin
you are lifting the eyelid casually
looking at the dancer
in the little glass window of the free debauchery
you are passing with unseeing eyesight
apple lying on the table
you won't think even that it
is reminding of the original sin
you can hear only healthy sharp teeth
you can hear only healthy sharp teeth
in the hard parenchyma
and the quiet growl
but sour...jolly well!
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4/24/2024 1:02:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderfully! I like it very much. Additionally - very good, aesthetic record.