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actress not the owner of the premises
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                   Screenwriter Director                      .
                      Every action was part of the performance, from
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                   a simple click to an entire
                     experiment                   with a cage transformation
                   demonstration Some scenes reached                                            ,
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                                               "
                   "
                   to farce, like in a latex show or when
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                   the audience sighed                   Oh, someone else didn't
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                   I endured... And still              "   ,       it was our world              .
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                   Our temple Our theater
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                      It doesn't matter who is on their knees                             what
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                      matters is before whom                                     ,                   .
                                     ,
                   Time passed Names changed But something
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                   remained inside The power of the stage The feeling
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                   The power of beauty The power of return There was
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                                                                         .
                   no           ,                ,              .
                   pain In this there was art                           .
                            .
                                             Black Angel               *


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                   She appeared suddenly like a shadow                                in
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                   wings, tight straps, and a strange
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                   glow in my eyes. It was me that evening
                   not Mistress, not the one on the throne with a fan
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                   and                    ,           ,
                   entourage. But another one. With huge black
                   wings the color of night behind her back Strict
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                   without words in latex tightly fitting                                      ,
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                   skin with a gaze that needed no
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                                                        ,
                                                  ,
                   words      .
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