In this obscene photograph secretly sold the policeman mustn`t see) around the corner, in this whorish photograph, how did such a dream-like face make its way; How did you get in here? Who knows what a degrading, vulgar life you lead; how horrible the surroundings must have been when you posed to have the picture taken; what a cheap soul you must have. But in spite of all this, and even more, you remain for me the dream-like face, the figure shaped for and dedicated to Hellenic love— that`s how you remain for me and how my poetry speaks of you.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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