Nina came to me cryingthe fancy pearlscutting me to piecestosca touche triviano... summerless daysbreeze through the oceanNina writing on a windowsillmouthing curvy syllableslost in the islandwandering all overunder thousand sad eyesNina finished lookingfor not to dare the sailsfar far away fromthe throne of pearlsNina issued her curseslet Heavens part and see my torn breast
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Nina came to me
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