Within the sleak strips,
a packet of crushed sugar,
sickly sweet
...
your fingers ,
slipping through mine,
Only once mine..
cold fingers,
empty windows,
glazed eyes ,
unreal dream,
all you are
a packet of spoiled sugar
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Sugar a vice as a pack of cigarettes. Coffee and sugar tastes better, doesn't it? :)
uhuhuh. I like. Bom ritmo, boa gradação para o final e boa metáfora. especialmente,um boa metáfora.parabéns
Kaiser
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