eloera jesusa woon.
she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //
the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.
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