Papéis Avulsos

I am a slave

I am a slave. The words that pour out of my hands are the masters of me they control Every aspect of my being consuming my mind with with their never-fading flame I dance to their song am lost in their maze wonder in the darkness of my thoughts while stories spiral around me. This words are voices I hear as I fall asleep conversations I have With characters of…

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Empty Heart

She felt the rain on her skin It was cold, freezing she felt alive The trees around her moved with the wind and she was going to meet the moon The sky was as infinite as her dreams and she ran chasing the pale light of the stars “Who am I?” echoed in her empty heart…

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