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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coquette</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Girl, oh girl, <br>I can see you <br>in the wintry morning <br>as you go out<br>hurrying <br>with the copper bracelets’ sound<br>your hair surmounts your tiny head, <br>your hair, <br>coarse like horse’s mane<br>black hairs cutting the air <br>as you look in the mirror <br>for the last time<br>before you l&#1077; &#1072; ve.<br>Girl, I can see you <br>with the lipstick, <br>idolizing your mouth, <br>full shiny mouth, <br>your high heels tempt the stairs <br>as you descend, <br>Girl, I know you, <br>your plain body, tiny legs, slim, <br>trembling <br>with the muscles of your arms <br>as you lock the door; <br>What have you done <br>and they don’t know? <br>Your curly red hair from the youth<br>you’ve straightened it smooth <br>and dyed black, <br>Girl, does your body hurt when nude? <br>What have you done? <br>I could never see<br>your plasticine drops flow, <br>why did you go to the wolfs<br>when night fell: <br>teary drops tear the flesh<br>your tiny breasts <br>were mesmerized<br>with the green amulet <br>swinging <br>from one breast to other<br>we see each other strangely; <br>How queer, <br>I can see you in the night<br>girl you crawl, the saffron shawl<br>slithers your body as your stomach <br>swells with pain<br>“To hell with the wolfs“ <br>and in the room of old wolf <br>always reeks malodorous.<br>Girl I can see you <br>bending, <br>your knees rubbing the floor<br>your coarse palms <br>sending the bulletins of shame<br>to be published, <br>hush girl, I can see <br>your blackened and regretful<br>running down your toes: tears.<br>I can see you go <br>as someone locks the door<br>from where you went in the night<br>I can see you howling, <br>green with forest coldness<br>green were your eyes <br>reddened with plasticine<br>and you, what were you? <br>Why girl you are, <br>in the wintry night<br>as you come back home, <br>just another <br>plasticine doll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Afrodita+Nikolova">Afrodita Nikolova</a><div class=q>
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I can see you 
in the wintry morning 
as you go out
hurrying 
with the copper bracelets’ sound
your hair surmounts your tiny head, 
your hair, 
coarse like horse’s mane
black hairs cutting the air 
as you look in the mirror 
fo..."></div>
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