That pain is mine, not else's
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Eu tinha decidido não morar com ela, embora adorasse a menina Tal nostalgia, a alcoolémia, ainda se o peito aperta 17 anos passados Dançamos até a temperana tarde se tornar alvorada húm...
While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance
The slithery or the pussy, the rea… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, namely an argument o…
An orchid leaves its scent, characters will not bend, Roads always diverge, around a tree love struggles, Another scene made of clay, hot, colder, next day. Seated at on old stairway en...
Eighteen years of waiting This damned sixth sense Could not prevent The discomfort you meant All those who came before
I always got tears in my eyes Lament of possibilities unfulfille… Sorrows for past futures not drill… Still virgin on the barren plane, Or part of a plague, another,
Cold slumber, Dark, Dark Hollow, Emptiness, Not easy to swallow,
Who likes a phone call during oral… Who stands in silence knowing it i… Has any rage or hate in so born pr… Poisoned the soul, destroyed the b… Still I will not be an ordinary n…
I lie with no intent, I lie my so… Tomorrows not dawned, dusks without nights I lie for being pawned I lie for pity of lost witty,
All this effort to underline the n… As if it were the main chapter of… Only feeds the growing of the deta… A song of dry Taprobana, temperan… Last strophe, smashed hope.
Some days must be dready of obscur… Some days must be far from securit… When you walk the path of war, som… So far your chest arbors a beating… So far your legs support your puls…
Recurrent idea, pan-sexuality, That nightlong stole her male That nightlong stole his female That nightlong stole our above all… And we, persisting in a cold slumb…
2017-08-17 Under the neon light a hors d’oeuv… Two lamps ahead the gorgeous femal… Brings up the predator to my shado… Willing to pick them both in a bow…
Since when do you know who am I?, Roared the old man with worked, br… And you never will, you little mot… As a tree has its rings, the moment of your discrete appear…
A Pica do Poema do caralho: não sei que caralho valho! Redundâcia é tripla, Que caralho é esse malho Com que foderei teus cornos, esmag…