Marieta Maglas Poems

This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.

Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!
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I have seemingly missed your words of love,
Those words that were written in the sand
And erased by the first wave.
Do you remember, my love?
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I am a victim and you know that I know this.
Je suis une victime et vous savez que je le sais.

You say that you love me,
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Romania is in mourning.
A princess of Romanian folk died
A few hours ago.
There will be many trees on this land
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If that morning would be my ideal incredible readiness,
In a forgotten time of the tellurium and most desirable land,
Your certain love would come to utter my vivid happiness-
Kissing closed eyelids, caressing them with your tender hand.
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I'm drawing a circle,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each gliding of the pencil on the paper,
Until it becomes a spiral.
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Making a child
For giving love a dual name.

For saving its sense.
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You are my everything
'Cause in everything I do
It's always a part of you.
And because I love you,
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Under the mask of gold,
I see only venomous snakes
Poisoning her name forever.
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Let's make love tonight
Until our bodies transcend their shapes
To become one single corpse.
Let's make this love
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