Serene porcelain mask
formidable wrapped in apathy,
which still sacred goddess
lives forever prisoner
by a range of theatrical gestures.
Anchored to crystal palace
petting live desire
making love with danger
his egotism vanishes sincere
I'm home mantle.
Always crying to the moon
with tears synthetic
singing choruses of the late
conventional and too banal
gave her heart, ears, all I. ..
the most pampered doll
saw my nights of gall,
my desire lies
while looking the mark of their laughter,
I built a mercenary of his whims.
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