The rhythm of her life is suchThat others cannot comprehend.And words drip from her tongueLike the juice from a ripe peachLingering in the fragrant air ‘tilThey are washed away by theLiquid laughter of a woman childWith eyes forged in the fires of Pele.
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Publicado Dec 5, 2008
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