to h, you thought that I had a
(From Anno Domini)
Ah, you thought that I had a
that you may forget and
you throw it, praying and crying,
under the hooves of a bay.
or take a call on water sprouts
witches enchanted
and send you the gift of a handkerchief scented
terrible and fatal.
Be damned.
or not will rise to almost groans with the damned soul looks, but I swear on
paradise
miraculous icon of our nights and sull'ebbrezza burning:
never come back to you.
Anna Akhmatova
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