That SF still pushes all the right buttons.
May 31, 2015
May 19, 2015
Dog
To you,
I am
steps
on the stairs,
a passing set
of
rhythmic
depressions.
I try
not to take
your growls
personally,
Nature's proxied
arbitration
of intrinsic worth,
but instead
to see me as you
see:
A passing set
of rhythmic
depressions.
May 18, 2015
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Stories
Grass
Sunshine in every corner
Old armchairs
Words, marvelous words, soul-enriching, gravity-defying, made up, inspiring, archaic, gallivanting words.
May 17, 2015
May 3, 2015
Não
Não
quero ser reconhecida,
poeta
Não
quero ser só parte do
passado
seu
Não
quero ser
profeta
Mas
sei como a vida
é
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