Rage born of solitude, outcast.
This force compelling me to write Even in the most nubilous mood, I left scattered, unchecked charac… Things said no one eventually bear… Do what?
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…
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…
While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance
How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another rive… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…
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…
I chose to say it in this foreign… That feels like a hearth to me, a… There is a story before a happenin… Of lost territories, recovered by… By Claymore swift cuts, by Moore…
Cold slumber, Dark, Dark Hollow, Emptiness, Not easy to swallow,
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…
The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…
I had decided not to live with her, although I loved the girl Such nostalgia, alcoholism, even if the chest tightens past 17 years We danced until the temperana afternoon became wet daw...
Words are just painted impressions And the world has taught us how They go astray and turn, or still. We stand upon this tainted hill Of diverted intent and call it his…
Regret, pain, incessantly Pain under all joy Pain like Pain Pain my Cold Mountain,
I recall some lullaby’s cadence I could one day remember some. For I, being heartless, was once… I heard my mother sing in/out of t… With moderate contempt, strangely…
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