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busying to life

busying to died

Estava dando nos nervos uma poesia no início da página então, para tirar isso daí logo, pus algo que achei na mesa do colégio, logo não conheço o autor. A linguagem esguia é o que torna ainda mais bem feito, ainda mais próximo do estético inerte.

Dying for your love

love, fucking love, fuck

your heart away, love will suck

and it is all in addition

'cause amid all the allowed addiction,

homes amidst it a whole hopeless hole

full of people playing the homeless role

cola never allows much of cocaine

but oh! so sweet, you're my heroin

painting black gore

the shy shining meteor

so there'd be no more light

brightening this timid sight

hey! darling, aint passion so deceptive

it's - still - very much attractive

hey! love, aint you so depressive

it's - for sure - much less assertive

oh! but I've yet flown so high!

never even always thought I'd say goodbye

wanting every fucking love to die

I wasn't stoned by the way.