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The Princess of Pensylvania
is the ghost of the night,
her romance is an invisible mystery of vanity
thristy of men’s blood,
but, must come from their hearts
as a retaliation food for the chilhood’s pain
hunting in dark forests
to sweetly kill with smiles
perhaps, only tales of movies
of desperate wives in search of their God
in the turmoil war of egoes
with tears of love
and fake laugh of empty clouds