Against The Stars Poem by Lia Padena
Against The Stars
the witch of the lady virus imagines ugly things
like that girl
the one loved by the sun
is her slave
I go over clean and pure thoughts
and I stretch my cloth over her heart
so no one can see it anymore
as it is
the iron curtain will separate it from me
the land is mine
And I do what I want
no no
pressing this
destroying people's minds
it was proof that you think something even worse
against the stars
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4/19/2024 10:37:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
touches me- .. I go over clean and pure thoughts and I stretch my cloth over her heart...