Once at a poetry reading this young woman stepped behind the microphone and read out of her diary. A black haired beauty, half-dressed and pierced from head to toe that professed she was no saint or messiah. She was Hitler's daughter, everything she did was sinful, her words powerful. We loved it! After our applause she left. En masse we cursed our groin, this ancient maze called lust. We looked at the obligatory poetry we had brought to read, nobody got up. We hoped another storm would blow in... It was my turn to see if I could walk on water, so I finished my coffee and left.
Reason for writing:
a reading at a small cafe
Birth sign: Taurus
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