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Polkadot Cherry: Junho 2011
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Domingo, 26 de junho de 2011. Às cinco na Igreja. Uiva um sonho por entre as chaminés. Abraçado pela sua doce Umbra. Ele deambula num gemido constante, impróprio a si próprio num modo sempre tão apropriado. A populaça mexe-se sob os seus pés, mas nenhum naco do rebanho dá por si: é um fantasma, uma sombra, um espectro penado e mesmo assim, quão bem reluz a sua pele ao doce luar que nunca o bafeja. E que importa que seja apenas o próprio a admirar-se? O lobo uivou mais uma vez. Inconfundível reconheci...
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Polkadot Cherry: Dezembro 2009
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Terça-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2009. After spitting on the hand that once helped you,. After destroying it all just 'cause you felt blue,. After raging for something you quite didn't know,. After making enemies of the rain and the snow,. After mocking the feeling they offered as loyal,. After forgetting respect and crowning yourself royal,. After installing around you the perfect monopoly,. After having it planted, you poisoned the tree,. After carving the idol you labeled him banished,. Dê a sua opinião!
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The girl who lied: No one there.
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Monday, September 14, 2009. And so she clawed. Herself down the ladder. Till she hit a whisper. And sang the child goodnight. Drop after drop,. She Listens the quiet. Of her crushed essence. She hears a shadow. Out of her excursion. She once was on. The ground so low. Her road yet to lose. How I Touch You:. Deep and dark. Really love you! To those who matter.
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The girl who lied: Spirit
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Sunday, October 11, 2009. I can’t breathe. The night casts dims rays of. Streetlights onto my bedroom walls. Silhouettes frozen in every corner of the room. A coward under my bed, I hear but the faint voices from somewhere deep in the city. And everything falls around me. I say Sir, spare some change for a broken soul. How I Touch You:. To those who matter.
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The girl who lied: Two little Demons
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Saturday, November 22, 2008. Glass eyes, born, every time I wake,. While the endless rain knocks above my head. As I turn to my left, the dreams were fake,. What’s left is the nightmare, once off my bed. Two strangers in this world, two lunatics that have met,. Why did you have to go, it can’t ever be re-set. I hold my breath, what a foolish game,.
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The girl who lied: Dirty
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Thursday, October 22, 2009. 7pm get up on my side,. With nothing left to hide,. Living in a small mind. I lived a dull life-line. Down, I hit the water on hot,. Touching me as if it was taught. Undertone I hear my name,. As I revolt against the game. It must be me on the screen,. I belong on the scene,. I want to be sought,. I want to be bought,.
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The girl who lied: Smoky Avenues
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Sunday, January 24, 2010. They say we are one of many,. That we live multiple lives. They say we are never the same,. But always travel by lies. They say we live in fear,. That one day we will forget. That the only lie worth living,. Has turned out to be regret. They say we are all worthless,. That no one has a soul. They say we wonder the streets,. View my...
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The girl who lied: Rehabilitation
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The girl who lied. And had she but a single motif to not, she would be dead*. Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These. The silence escaped my sweet Lullabies. Saturday, March 3, 2012. It’s those sideways glances,. Those midnight itches,. The breathless inhalation,. Begging; ‘one last time’. It’s the fear in your eyes,. The weakness of heart,. And the anger of will,. That crushes you inside. Seize a forgotten moment,. Seems all to lusty a wish,. For danger of temptation,. Is but a forceful kiss. How I Touch You:.
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Polkadot Cherry: Setembro 2010
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Sexta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2010. Se me pedires porventura,. Num momento de ternura. Um olhar de doçura,. Se quiseres um encosto. Por um infeliz desgosto,. Não abandono o posto,. Se quiseres o infinito,. Seja verdade ou mito,. Se o encontrar não hesito,. Se achares que estou distante,. Como a um cego amante. Pede e num breve instante,. Se mandar o coração,. Que me apertes a mão. Cedo à triste ilusão. Ao fim do dia, em segredo,. Por saber que sofres medo,. Amo-te pelo avesso,. Dê a sua opinião! To Moir...
