Lioness I am,
gold french chains all around.
I fashioned a granite stomach,
hard as the pinkest of nails.
Chalky bones reinforced,
with the enamel of Oya's eyes.
I will ride the river to the islands of Spain,
to find her, to find me, to break this badness.
Friday, December 3, 2010
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