The brazen winds
Swipe across the sea of mint
Opening the bizarre night of sin
Leaving no hint
...
I walk; carry the weight of the sands, dust particles of gold
Beneath, lay the tomb, resurrected in chamber of seven
Headed snake, guarding the abandoned soul of Princess Tamara
From Hanaring, the city of guardian angel
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Aggress legitimately
I can hear screams from the back of the barns
"somebody help, someone help, call 911,
my daughter is bleeding".
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Days fill with pictures
At the edge
of remotely located
heart broken dorm
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Martini on the rocks
Spilled over the tabletop
Wetting the Oakwood
Like a chemical spillage
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I love you
Illusive intrusions like thunderous voices
Blowing my mind away….
I am here to conceal the chronology
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Twinkling stars reflection
On the blue ocean
Have become the nuts and bolts
Of vessels plying their way to destination
...
My sweet heart seeks refuge
Knitting to your affirmer wools
Escalates desire so profuse
Licking up your morning drools
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Wallachia, Moldavia or Transylvania
Of which you were born
Or you flow from Mt. Moldoveanu
To evolve in the Mures or Siret
...
Fading through the unknown
Winds alighting
From night till morning
Grueling intimacy breaks the silence dawn
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