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Tag Archives: joy
no pet
Dog sighs without a wink.
unfinished business
Busy dissolves as the sun rises.
The agenda flies off and time watches.
second hand
People who kiss scars are my favourite,
may be second hand but so are we
on a daily basis, going on.
MC
Disappointment digs deep
down the forehead lines
ovis
Green bird flies over
reddish fields …
poum
pim pam butterfly poum
O beijo
Night landed on its dark 4 wheels, the party was over. He parked the car after driving me to my mother’s sleeping door, talked and seemed to wait for another story. It was getting near, fear. He was so beautiful to me I could see the jealous lines forming themselves in the skies of tomorrow’sContinue reading “O beijo”
mud-ita
… in between posts.
Hooked on grateful lines
every drop
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