I wish I were your virgin suicide,
Fair hair and perverted smile stuck to face,
The only soul is to demise,
Carnal intensions for embrace.
A silhouette in beams of light descending down,
Thus you forget of dainty creatures, even god,
That would be me, in cigarettes burnt nous
And at a loose end rest in the inner yard.
I wish I were your virgin suicide
© Copyright: Кристина Адер, 2014
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