Once I crossed a street,
And because of the silence
Coming from both sides,
I didn't look another time.
I was hit,
I was run over like an abandoned bitch.
That was my biggest mistake.
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Passarinho pousado no muro da casa Carrega no bico a intenção do ninho. Borboleta azul de grandiosas asas Recém libertada da dor do casulo...
Excellent metaphor for being caught unaware. Well written. My compliments.
ResponderExcluirYou can also make mistakes ..
ResponderExcluirThanks fot visit
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Morris