When will I stop wanting the one I once thought I found, even knowing that we're nothing to do with each other?
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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 @soniacostacampos
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- Understand what is.
- I was because you were
- Please come quick before I die
- From early on
- I'll be yours if you want me too
- Prisoner
- The impossible complexity
- These last years of pandemic and all, It's just hi...
- I thought I was uninspired
- How I wich I knew what freedom feels like
- I gave importance to so much shitty people for so...
- Once the scapegoat, always the scapegoat?
- End it already
- Art can never heal me entirely, because it's some...
- "My pretty boy"
- When I die I hope no one knows and tells you
- Is it much more time yet?
- Maybe it was just you guys, nothing that misteriou...
- Dostoevsky and me
- Ideally no one should remember anything from what...
- After all
- Are you just a medium in vain?
- We never stood a chance
- No one cares about your pain, especially the peop...
- He saved me, he was everything to me and I fckd h...
- txt on insta reels about Arts and Fashion exhibition
- Being a child
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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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