For HenriqueACaldas. Thank you for the follow and may you reminisce something good during your childhood!!!
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The curtains and tablecloths of my mother,
I used to play with as a child, now no longer,
She would scold me yet I'd still do it once again,
I would wrap it around the stripped-painted walls,
And play house along with my headless dolls,
I seem to always forget where I put them,
That I would throw a tantrum and unknowingly,
Ripping those very tablecloths and curtains,
That I used to play with as a child.
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"A child with non-existent play toys..."
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A World of Poems
Poesia"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
