sing and sing on... struck by no more despair between birds in me and other steps that ache and stray...
petals throw birds in me till the possibility of a song to void myself off this island called silence... interbeings
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts -
Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro...
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