branches of burned skin. almost invisible.
another garden where one gets lost. or not. or maybe.
and a certain mouth still to come. or not. or maybe. and to touch another mouth in need of fruit. before a possible rebirth. or not. or maybe.
the moon was dry. born too early.
breaking the circle or the process of dying.
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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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