Metal shoes line the river bank
the Danube is leaden
with stolen souls
It is not her fault bodies
wade through her silt underbelly
She is thick with regret
and ripe with rebellion
sprouting parliament lush
with new shoots
on her shoulders
with stolen souls
It is not her fault bodies
wade through her silt underbelly
She is thick with regret
and ripe with rebellion
sprouting parliament lush
with new shoots
on her shoulders
stroking the bridges
as she swims by
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