AUTUMN WINTER (Women) 16 The Matador's Mistress

As he took the final bow to his glorified demise, she took an affirming sigh.
Grasping the sword, she has embraced her one fierce passion,
Outrivaled his valor, tamed feral grace.

The Matador rests, only lives
The Matador’s Mistress


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