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amorasepoemas:
Choro sem lágrimas, grito em silêncio, escrevo cartas e sempre sinto de forma exagerada.
- Amora
amorasepoemas:
A tristeza repentina tem feito parte da minha rotina. Quando menos espero, a melancolia me domina, e a alegria como fumaça se dissipa.
- Amora
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lapsusscribendi-deactivated2024:
Eu já deixei várias versões minhas para trás.
Lapsus Scribendi.
fujaenquantohatempo:
Vazio
Sou um jarro sem água
Um vaso sem planta
Um corpo sem alma
Sou o abandono, a ausência, a solidão
Um coração sem pulsação
Uma veia sem sangue
Sou um profundo vazio
Um poço sem fundo que abriga um louco
Tentando a todo custo achar sentido nesse mundo maluco
Sou o que restou de uma vida cruel que não mediu esforços pra destruir o havia de mais puro
Sou a sobra mal fadada de uma menina estranha que só queria viver em paz.
Sou o silêncio da madrugada
O lúgubre lusco-fusco
O canto triste do pássaro
Sou esse absoluto nada.
Mas ainda sou.
