Stairs to Heaven, Princess
Touch them. Everyday, with few eyelashes
With the tip of your slipper, with hem of your dress
They are wide with silver rails
You can pinch Sun's rosy cheeks if You stand on the top of them.
Drink ruby wine and make love on white marble
But You cannot see it, Little Princess, because You want to rise above the Sky
Don't shake your head, and don't let strange men kiss your hands.
It may cause a hemorrhage.
Worse than the Cerebral one/
Much worse.
Give it up.
Saving the world solo just doesn't make much sense
Lines of your wrists are mute possessed allegories
They disappear. That's not how you do it.
Cold.
I stole those holy prayers
Remember the day borders break
The Witch doesn't repeat the spell twice
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