When you see it
doesn't look
right.
Suddenly it
approachs
you
and
Even the
thoughts
get scaried.
The tip of the finger
"got a thing going on"
Every body knows
how to get lost
discovering
the known.
- Mother I miss you.
feel freely
without words
'cause they
are old
The train passes,
as the plane.
The bright
light
and the reptile
skin
Black without
nothing
empty white
warm
brown
people are passing
and
here
am
I.
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Aeee, aumentei para 45 vizus... hihihi...
So voce mesmo!
Beijos*
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