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Poetry and thoughts, many times darkened due the shadows of reality. I've published a book with love poems: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Compilation-selected-poetry-greatest/dp/B09WYVJQQ2
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- we create not to perish
- I am the dried earth of the past I starve for wate...
- Once the fakeness becomes hypernormal, only a ra...
- Can you imagine a hell that is white? And what abo...
- Ladakh
- I think I'm finally going to die and it seems quit...
- People don't like because when they look at me the...
- What's the next step when you got no shot at fulfi...
- Missing someone who left you is like feeling a pun...
- "Smart, healthy, good looking"... British educatio...
- The rare, the unique, the utmost beautiful is what...
- We were an item, then somebody put a code bar on ...
- In the darkest hours, people who love are there to...
- They said I felt too much...That I cared too much....
- Social networks are now worse than grandmas gossip...
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Outros meus sítios / My other places:
Blog of poetry in Portuguese - www.poesiadodesassossego.blogspot.com
Blog about Culture and Society - www.siccc.blogspot.com
Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com
Blog about Culture and Society - www.siccc.blogspot.com
Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com
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