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old book smell
sábado, 7 de fevereiro de 2009
Blood spatter
Her wage was over.
Her mood had changed. Furthermore, she was no longer waffling all the time.
All she wanted was collegues' acknowledgement and she didn't manage to get it.She had failed once again.
That's why she had been struggling lately. Tinglies all over her body were driving her up the wall and her skin was about to crinkle.
She used to have a bubbly smile before her world came down.
She was on her edge... so she hit the pane and cut herself.
A crony of hers had just arrived when he saw her blood colouring the white floor.
Then, he hold her, tucked her in and finally broke the mold: He kissed her.
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Just wait a minute... I was sitting, waiting, wishing...and I believed in superstitions and words of love. I can't always be playing you...
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O que você vai fazer no carnaval? Eu vou cuidar do espiritual, pois o tempo está acabando e Jesus está voltando. E você? Quem vai reinar?
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