Without End
I do not want to look at other histories,Fairy-tales with author's endings
I want to write with my soul and skin,
With desire and brutal love,
Our life since the dreams until here
You, my mad desire,
My prince of skin and entrails,
You wake my hunger, my madness up
while shelter my tenderness
Me, of sowed dreams,
Your princess of writings wars,
from this one, our life / history
In wich it is not necessary to tell the end
Poetry by Mabel
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Written on 2011-04-29 at 03:38




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