Anna Domodedova

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Ragged remnants of my will. 

She tried to trick the law of gravity,

She's my love, she was, and still

Out of picture in my sanity. 



You're my split and joint in one, 

I want to drink you to the brim.

Jesus, it's hot, I need a fan

Unleash your breath to let off steam. 



Her spruce attire, feline grace 

Let us be candid: I surrender. 

My freedom vanished into space,

I'm your slave, you're my vendor. 



I am not liable to fear

And yet I feel I disappear.

As you are here,

There is no way

To hide the awe of my delight,

The stage is yours and humble play

Abruptly turns into first night.