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If I separated from you, I would look in others for what I see in you, I would search your lips for your kisses and your caresses. Without you I would look for your taste in other bodies, in women your pleasure and wander in search of what I feel with you. And I would find nothing, in the emptiness of other beds and in the drink to erase your portraits. Without seeing your smile, I would become ice and without touching you, solid solid. In liters of empty bottles and masses of cigarettes, I would not find the calm that you give me, without asking for anything in return; different from prostitutes. Because no one else is like you are to me. Without you I would look in others for what I see in you, and would just empty glasses with empty bodies.

I write poems (Portuguese), from sonnets to short stories. But I don't know in English, if anyone there knows how to give me tips mainly on metrics. Because they are different from latin.

Imagine a scenario in which, many people start to die, that in social networks you only see old posts and photos of people who died, all after the world lost its meaning.

I've been taking city shortcuts lately and listening to questions I know how to answer, I'm wearing a cheap shirt, shorts and a slipper, all won. I never gave importance to what money buys, and now I can still enter the market (if I have panties on my face, muzzle I don't know), I bought a 50 reais whiskey. For today I need it, to be bitter but sweet as to the taste of these streets.

I haven't slept yet, but I rested this morning, as the police in white would watch us during the day. Immense state with millions of fools, lovers of lies. But I want to see the tired see, and fear to be killed by blood, I want to see those able to fight, I want to see when the food is over. Everything is closed, except the great industries, children of our enemies, O Father, allow me to cut off their heads; I calm down with a sip of this sweet bitter drink. I want to see men prove their strength, to be worthy of the kingdom of heaven.

I want to see live without cigarettes or alcohol, I want to see the police side with the state, I want to see them post cute phrases on social networks, life experience, work, I want to see everyone have advice, support the seas of blood and bury loved ones, I want to see the car lowered with rifle armor, I want to see apartment suv in the mud. I want to see respect, I want to see the humble and the bullies bury their enemies and friends in holes in the earth, unfortunately. There are so many lost faces, weird to each other.

I want to see writing poems on the stone, not to be afraid of fire, I also want to see the faith of these men where they are, I want to see warriors, allies. And if it is to die, my time has come, so be it, and if not, so be it, anyway. How many lung diseases the use of masks, who cares, there is no more returning to such a normal; all I see are cowards, lovers of lies, so stick the war in the ass.

I also want to see that I am wrong.

it was good to negotiate with you

Imagine a scenario in which, many people start to die, that in social networks you only see old posts and photos of people who died, all after the world lost its meaning.

I've been taking city shortcuts lately and listening to questions I know how to answer, I'm wearing a cheap shirt, shorts and a slipper, all won. I never gave importance to what money buys, and now I can still enter the market (if I have panties on my face, muzzle I don't know), I bought a 50 reais whiskey. For today I need it, to be bitter but sweet as to the taste of these streets.

I haven't slept yet, but I rested this morning, as the police in white would watch us during the day. Immense state with millions of fools, lovers of lies. But I want to see the tired see, and fear to be killed by blood, I want to see those able to fight, I want to see when the food is over. Everything is closed, except the great industries, children of our enemies, O Father, allow me to cut off their heads; I calm down with a sip of this sweet bitter drink. I want to see men prove their strength, to be worthy of the kingdom of heaven.

I want to see live without cigarettes or alcohol, I want to see the police side with the state, I want to see them post cute phrases on social networks, life experience, work, I want to see everyone have advice, support the seas of blood and bury loved ones, I want to see the car lowered with rifle armor, I want to see apartment suv in the mud. I want to see respect, I want to see the humble and the bullies bury their enemies and friends in holes in the earth, unfortunately. There are so many lost faces, weird to each other.

I want to see writing poems on the stone, not to be afraid of fire, I also want to see the faith of these men where they are, I want to see warriors, allies. And if it is to die, my time has come, so be it, and if not, so be it, anyway. How many lung diseases the use of masks, who cares, there is no more returning to such a normal; all I see are cowards, lovers of lies, so stick the war in the ass.

I also want to see that I am wrong.

Poker tournament!

If I separated from you, I would look in others for what I see in you, I would search your lips for your kisses and your caresses. Without you I would look for your taste in other bodies, in women your pleasure and wander in search of what I feel with you. And I would find nothing, in the emptiness of other beds and in the drink to erase your portraits. Without seeing your smile, I would become ice and without touching you, solid solid. In liters of empty bottles and masses of cigarettes, I would not find the calm that you give me, without asking for anything in return; different from prostitutes. Because no one else is like you are to me. Without you I would look in others for what I see in you, and would just empty glasses with empty bodies.

This is excellent, great job!

I write poems (Portuguese), from sonnets to short stories. But I don't know in English, if anyone there knows how to give me tips mainly on metrics. Because they are different from latin.