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Seu corpo suplicava por um minuto,
A agua caia gelada sobre as curvas mais perfeitas,
Ele apenas olhava cada detalhe da divindade que estava no chuveiro
Ela fingia não ver os olhares de desejo que ele jogava para ela
Sua virilidade acusava o quanto ele a queria
Ela sabia, gostava que os Homens a desejassem daquela forma,
Adorava, cada segundo que fazia 
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que nasceu do nada aos pés da escada da entrada da torre, solitária e  
sozinha, ficava ali quieta, imaginando quem habitava naquela construção  
negra, seu cheiro invadi-o a torre e despertou todos os corvos que cataram  
com seu aroma, lá no topo o garoto que se escondia desceu apos anos os  
degraus turbulentos para 
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O seu suor, seu cheiro fétido não saia do meu corpo
a saliva estava impregnada na alma, no peito, na face
seu braços me prenderam, sua força quebrou meu querer
minha mente reluta, mas o corpo não
eu perdi o fôlego, a vontade, quero viver
as lágrimas não vem a face, desespero
ninguém sequer esta ali para tentar me salvar
ele esta aqui, eu sinto, eu sei

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time love time love time love time love time love time love time love time love time love 

time love time love time death time love time love time love time wolf time love time love 

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Meu Pai, depois do jantar, ficava ali sentado na sua poltrona na sala, acendia seu cachimbo, as crianças ficavam envolta dele, esperando algo, como se do nada uma mágica fosse surgir, ele simplesmente soltava fumaça em forma de rosquinha, o
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Os Ceifadores não gralharam, simplesmente olharam, 
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era a pura composição das palavras
As palavras eram o ato, e o ato o desejo
Ela sabia que era o ênfase da conquista
Desejou cada minuto ate aquele momento
Sabia o que fazer mas tinha medo de erra
Ele já entrara no calor do desejo
Ele já perdera os sentidos
Ela deveria manter o controle
Semi nú ele já a esperava
ela já mostrava os mais belos detalhes do seu corpo
Euforia
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Estranho amor, assim  se comporta o meu amor
Estranho amor, você vai dar ele para mim?
Você vai  suportar a dor que darei à você?
Uma vez após a outra, você vai me devolver a  mesma dor?

Vai haver momentos em que meus crimes
Parecerão quase  imperdoáveis
Me rendo aos pecados
Porque é preciso tornar esta vida  tolerável

Mas quando você 
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O dia parecia glorioso, o sol saldava todos os seresOs pássaro cantavam sem ao menos saber se alguém os ouviam Eu apenas sentei na sacada e vi o belo girassol que apenas olhavaLembrei de cada detalhe que me fez querer ele sempre pertomas agora, o tempo simplesmente escolheu o que era certoVou lembrar de cada momento que importaLembrar do sorriso, do abraço e carinhosAgora só me resta sentar na 
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e ainda tem mais
Momentos, apenas alguns momentos fazem a diferençaAs vezes eu simplesmente me pego relembrando de algumAs vezes eu dou mas valor a vida por causa delesRelembra, vive los, te los, faz sempre a diferençaAlguns fazem com que meu estômago esvazie e o vazio vemAlguns minhas mãos tremem e os pensamentos se apagamMomentos são sempre bons, por mais que sejam momentosPor mais que sejam 
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Velhas Virgens

Amor não é uma coisa que te tira do chão e te transporta para lugares onde você nunca esteve
O nome disso é avião
Amor não é aquela coisa que tira sua respiração e sua fala e te deixa totalmente sem ar
O nome disso é asma!

Amor não é uma coisa que te ilumina no escuro, te leva até as estrelas, te traz de volta e desaparece sem deixar vestígios
O nome disso é abdução
Amor não é 
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Cafajeste, não há homem que presteVocê finge ter amores a cada verão
E maltrata corações a cada estaçãoCom quantas você se deitou
Em lençóis de cetim
Você fez o que quis comigo
Mas isso não fica assim
É vadio e ainda quer falar de mimVocê mente e ilude, manipula, engana e usa
Você troca de mulher como quem muda a roupa sujaCom quantas você se deitou
Em lençóis 
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