Baba Yaga    He needs to learn to respect your no;  He needs to learn to hear your yes.  If he does not let him go;   You do not want a vile head on your chest.    Unleash your Baba Yaga, the one  Who leaves scars.  You will rise from the red-hot sun  And no one can tear you apart.    Believe me;  You are ready to forge your throne.  In you there are the seven seas  Beneath your growing skin of stone.     Your Perseus Face    Dream after dream you split my  Soul like a glass of rum.  I spend the night by the bed,  Restless, seeing your Perseus face.  But I do not have Medusa’s head  Nor any body to offer you.   You are a man in the shadow  Of a lost fire. How many times  Have you seen the…

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