Always these young women in search of power, their eyes rolled back in their heads, midriffs exposed. Always some girl with a candle in a dark room - and poof, her face brightens as she achieves some moment of bliss. The raindrops around her freeze
in midair, the wolves stop baring their fangs, and for a moment the young girl marvels at her own invincibility. But then it’s fire, fire, always someone with a stake or a knife ready to do her in. She is a spark about to go out.
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Always these young women in search of power,
their eyes rolled back in their heads, midriffs exposed.
Always some girl with a candle in a dark room -
and poof, her face brightens as she achieves
some moment of bliss. The raindrops around her freeze
in midair, the wolves stop baring their fangs, and for a moment
the young girl marvels at her own invincibility.
But then it’s fire, fire, always someone with a stake or a knife
ready to do her in. She is a spark about to go out.
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love you but i'm going down
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recklessly, ridiculously, i want you
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Mother dear, I
can’t finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
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