The rusted lock of Cupid's cage
doesn't open, breaks the key,
and its bars of stainless steel
stand unbroken, gleaming,
when I feebly try to break free
that winged assailant of the senses
to let him soar and balance
the grey old world and its
crimson dusk, scarlet morn.
04.07.2024
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