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June 1st, 2018
12:13 pm - Ode
Nothing more or nothing less
Kiss me, my Emperatress.
Send me far beyond the edge
I shall write you - what address?
Mine forever is your image
You in silky blueish dress.
You in seeing, touching, smelling
That is my desires press.
Between us there's an abyss,
What I feel, I must oppress.
May your own life'll be filled
With much joy and happiness.
Mine is going to be wasted.
Fare thee well, Emperatress.
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