Every star wants to become
a Sappho. I sit in the dark to listen to an
intruder. How long you will not sleep?
The savage has no
prudence. You will not bring a smile
on my face. Who was killing a killer?
This was an epic torture.
I will give you a kiss of venom.
There was no death, no living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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