Short of meaning Void of sense.
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They don’t own me, I keep telling Sadly their guild does, owes my fu… And all I do is write and hearing… They don’t owe me, you gently expl… And so many steps remain to really…
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...
The morning is alive outside While inside time future waits lan… For personality to take a side, The quiet expiration or a moving n… Which is gaining ground in the for…
As the memory is the faculty of fo… But not all in all, the last remai… I say it is subjectively occurring When your doubts about yourself ar… As certitude has sadly ended
Near the end of others are us In our saddle of distance or proxi… Near the vain end of animals we co… And continue to another rationaliz… Confrontation!
Tea is warmness made by folks to p… But no leafs stand in my hot water Only the transparency of invisible… Stares back at me receiving no rep… No tea has been kept in the worn k…
Creative spirit, poetic spirit, cr… How come? Why do we put soul and spirit ever… Afraid of the dark, Say, you assumed atheists
Eighteen years of waiting This damned sixth sense Could not prevent The discomfort you meant All those who came before
Considering the history of modern mathematics two questions at once arise: (1) what limitations shall be placed upon the term Mathematics; (2) what force shall be assigned to the word ...
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…
The Northwest wind coming from Pa… Turned the wings flight unstable So the eagle missed the little goa… That nanosecond that keeps all uns… The world a chaos inside a red fal…
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…
Sorry to enter your beautiful, coh… Das Wort ist das Lebens des Sein… Well, Martin, only in part, the b… Feelings not translated to languag… Or whatever gets a knot in your st…
Anne Sexton felt the need of reli… Oh starry, starry night, I am wel… For that is my nature, to gaze at… To float in a windful sea of waves… Seated gazing at that sexton’s sta…