Raquel Pinheiro

it is almost there, it is almost there
all set aside, brightly shaped, soon to be taken
the silver bus on the side lane awaits
for the never to be unfolding drama
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it is almost there, it is almost there
all set aside, brightly shaped, soon to be taken
the silver bus on the side lane awaits
for the never to be unfolding drama
...

tell me, what was the point of it all?
the fuzz and the thrill of methodically collect
precious unique things
creating layers of amazeness
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it has been a time of paint
two walls, side by side, arranged neatly
an unfashionable fashion of sorts
mirrored in layers of funky swirls
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in trying to deny herself, anna saw a way out
if everybody departed who is to stay?
Is cowardice just a wise judgment?
what is so honourable in leaving?
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come gather gratuitous grace
only for a few boyish, exalted and
tactful moments of stolen delight
may a wrong thing taste so good
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i liked it when there was share
in a confined space of debate
it was an extraordinary time
of genuine anger and defiance
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that curious smile of yours intrigued me
i'm not distracted from my body
just keep myself away from disenchantment
showered with attention, charmed sweetly
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a bad boy with a heart of gold
throws a dot of crimson jello
has the sun rises and the thunder cracks
if my backbone had been broken
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like a change to come
a grip recoils a glimpse of hope
when starting to see a million possibilities
where there was none
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let's leap, my dear
even to a derelict house
let's leap
and get wrapped and wrapped
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baldness, love and defiance
a two of hearts dating the moon
everybody has secrets
no long the book can be written
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oh day!
who cares about the new that is already old
the search of the searching search is searched
rested apeace in a lake of lilacs
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it was all going to go wrong
the good lost, sobbing and mourning
there, there, what went to happen
first come martin, peeping through the window
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this summery breeze
so out of time
storms me
the bed undone
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pomegranates, limes, persimmons, loquats
newton's apple at my feet
i dream of you
downstairs, facing the moon
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and a tricky, trickfull, trickster
fifteen februaries came and went
from me you've walked
a lost twin
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it's beyond tears and precludes
the haphazardly day
in which the return occurs
impatient patience withers
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come monday
and there you still are
a gentle agitation
from one two become
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history in reverse. parallel lines.
your pond, my hockey field
orange ginger hair; burgundy hair
the light, the shadow
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