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sábado, 8 de setembro de 2012

English poem

I saw a star the other night
and I built with it a most beautiful lie
I took the white forms of a face
and I hit it with the fine blade of a phrase
it had the word "love" in it
(that'd make with nose a good rhyme here)
but I said it with eyes really open
cos' the shadows around me were growing
(that isn't past yet
but it's impossible not to go ahead)
but my point here is actually a simple thing:
the face is She, and She's meant to be.


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