Speaking in chinese
Screwing her mind tricks
She's so bright, my my
Hold down her hips
Chocolate lips
Strangle till you're fine, oh my
She's brilliant and tiny
She could be shining
She's my engine number 9
Going down the rail road line
She's still in Paris, but she's speaking in Chinese
That's the wonder of it, Demri says:
Revolution come and die
Like a knot, a stiffened mind
When it gets taut you'll know the way
Of comes and goes you won't escape
Smarty eyes whispers owl
Untouched flowers scratches her knees
Undressed, bare feet, long black hair
Exotic, loud and too wise for you to dare
Amused by poetry, open heart surgery
Inocent, apparently
too dangerous to deal with
Charismatic, but no generic
So dramatic, but it's not a habit
Too tumultuous for you to live with
I want to know her philosophy and
I want to know about atrocity.
CZYTASZ
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Poezja"Ele veio das águas, da luz, do fundo da imensidão. Esteve em todas as partes de mim, esperando por aceitação. Eu estava purificada pela calmaria do mar e do luar que se refletia nele. Enquanto olho estrelas cadentes brilharem por desejos, meu ma...
