terça-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2012

The testament.

The rough hands of someone older 
Touching my lips, my neck, my thighs...
My scars growing bolder
Between the legs and the lies.

Some white powder shinning in the air
Confused with the nose of a child.
I have become wild
With your air, so high.

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