I want to be the last woman,
The final, final,
Not uboltat and married
The clear light of your abode.
Good morning and a quiet marina,
And the maddening desire.
I want to be a control shot
And your last confession.
I want to be your wings,
This easy, reliable strain.
I want to be your true stories
Within the framework of time and timeless.
I do not know how to live on less.
What do you look into the eyes so intently?
I want to be the last woman,
I want to be your only ...
Author: Victoria Savitskaya
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