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Tsunami on the phase of retreat, The shores dry, the weather shy Expectations high, you don’t know… The mouth strange, head spinning, Dogs barking, cats running,

Someone should stand to someone’s… The Falcon should go respectfully… There should be axiological princi… Pigs should have better living con… Cows should not die by the hammer…

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...

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,

Such bliss such amazing honor Such sentiment, it is too much Narcotics anonymous, picked, a tra… My narcotics were not anonymous Cocaine, mdma alcohol after its an…

It is a morning fuckarou Dissipating waves/particles Dissipating waves/particles Persistent don’t dare to/do Persistent inconsistent.

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…

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…

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?

Sexuality is a spectrum you can ar… But, unfortunately, you cannot des… Subpoena of being a used of a thou… NYC performing arts library so co… All that art we need, they don’t w…

I see a train arriving at the stat… A train coming from a far away nat… Someone said that I should be wri… Looking, mirroring trains, how int… Experience needs some evidence,

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…

Two roads in a Yellow wood, I have never decided, as I should Many roads as a man drive by Nothing palpable staying behind. Too many nights with a rat in my s…

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…