Different feelings
Breather different feelings
While storm and get ready laughter
The times are indeed foolish, silly
Drinking every drop of tributaries.
And even so still minds
And the end of all accounts at high
Even thou rebates given to fantasy
Leaving behind nights groaning.
Orgasmic madness? Nevermore
The boat looking for a new pier
You fine quicksand
And so forgive any fault,
My soul actually only battle
Fleeing this boredom that greed.
RITA DE CASSIA TIRADENTES REIS
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