a child, I was fucking destiny. The cross
heart, body disarmed.
Ignore manhood so long, yet
Pray for my soul that repents.
Then the man got damned.
Unlikely for me to ever be loved. This
Aspasia, I will convene in the warmth of my cordiality
All voracity of the greatest minds.
And as Greek courtesan, I'll give my ass:
The soldier shot my soul into a mortgage.
Since I was so named by them, the courtesan.
And so I could remain as it was in the days of Babylon,
A woman who can not procreate, and whose destiny is to embrace the demons of the man.
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