✡ for six years blood gushed steaming.

[lehnsherrs]

I AM NOT YOUNG. LET THE SLENDERNESS OF MY BODY NOT DECEIVE YOU, NOT THE TENDER WHITENESS OF MY NECK, NOR THE FAIRNESS OF MY OPEN BROW, NOR THE DOWN ON MY SWEET LIP, NOR MY CHERUBIC LAUGHTER, NOR THE SPRING IN MY STEP.

I AM NOT YOUNG. LET MY INNOCENCE NOT MOVE YOU, NOR MY PURITY, NOR MY WEAKNESS, FRAGILITY AND SIMPLICITY.



















































































lament, 1947.