Something in the pea and ham
soup got her thinking about floaty
dresses and warm afternoons.
(or maybe it was just anxiety
finally sneaking out of her
hermetically sealed chest)
She took off the lid
anyway, and nearly
threw up her own heart.
"words are poisoned darts of pleasure" FF
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Então...
Nem tenho nada de novo a acrescentar ao falar dos seus textos/poemas.
Linda a metáfora que termina o poema.
Fiorentinos 2009?
=]
esse é muito O favorito.
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