"Deus me mostre o caminho por onde o diabo tenta me derrubar. A única coisa que peço é que meus pés não me falhem agora. E eu não acho que haja nada que eu possa fazer agora para consertar meus erros. Eu quero falar com Deus mas tenho medo porque nó...
"If it's what you truly want ... I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized ... you and your perfect girl."
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"She sleeps all day, dreams of you in both worlds...Grief, sedated by orgasm. Orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, "I love you so much, wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in." Sometimes when he'd have her nipple in his mouth, she'd whisper "Oh my God." That too is a form of worship. Her hips grind. Pestle and water, cinnamon and gloves. Whenever he pulls out, lost. Dear moon we blame you for floods, for the flush of blood. For men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts."
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"I want your horror I want your design 'Cuz you're a criminal As long as your mine I want your love...
I want your psycho Your vertigo shtick Want you in my rear window Baby, you're sick"
