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quarta-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2012

Morning

Oh my
It seems i could
really
die

My words
are so like these:
death
sadness
not even one surprise

Now
for me
only what already
has crossed me.

You talk about summer
about sex
and games

but instead of smile
in silence
i'll be

locked

searching
freedom
where it does not
exist:

in you eyes.

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