the skeleton's hair is golden waves like snakes
she mopishly sits in the grave
cuts a stone
in the suspicion dock
she was under religionary sins
fought against the sanctimonious laws
a red iron burnt her eyes
at that moment, she saw clearly the universe's plan
so she left her own breath outside
now she has a lifetime partner
she lives together with Socrates
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