She drifts through the world-historical
with cigarette in hand,
her vodka in glass,
and God in her soul,
painfully scratching at the skin of her self,
learning to breathe the Infinite Love.
with cigarette in hand,
her vodka in glass,
and God in her soul,
painfully scratching at the skin of her self,
learning to breathe the Infinite Love.
in the divine sense of the Feminine,
as if Eve was redeemed
in the Paradise we lost.
as if Eve was redeemed
in the Paradise we lost.
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