Title: Boredom
Type: poetry
Genre: ironic, melancholic (I know it is nonsense)
Noia
L & rsquo ; soul plasmami
like clay, with his hands
modellami
a body that is perfect,
you can love, and
draw me a smile face on anonymity
hair weaving and silk robes
worthy of a queen: make me beautiful
the only the only one.
League to the hard arts
incorporeal
filaments so that moving a single finger of my
you want lady
Domina
what you're in the mood this morning?
One step, jump, dance or
a bow? Be good
are serving your
be lenient
my goal is your pleasure
.
use me well, do not make me dust
and bored, I do not want to get rid
and throw in the pile
broken puppet
discarded.
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