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Is That Your Woman?
In the alleyways of Moscow
when life gets stuck into ideologies divided
in a rut,
Appears you need to break the ice
with warmth more than the freezing cold,
Someone calls you from the silhouette shades
and your bloody eyes laugh like a hyena,
A tailor who measures more than a waist,
a hip, a breast and something more
through the window of your car,
You juggle your pockets until they are torned
till the last dropp of your splash,
Sans bearing much fruit of an inspired response
Is that a woman?
Is that your woman?
In the ...