She wrote it with her breath. Foggy, misty words scrawled inside the filament of her mind-in thin, stale cellophane. Disfigured, the wind avoids the contour of her face. If only the shepherd's words is as audible as the screaming voices: scales from the heart's eyes would fall unperturbed.
She wrote it with her breath. Foggy, misty words scrawled inside the filament of her mind-in thin, stale cellophane. Disfigured, the wind avoids the contour of her face. If only the shepherd's words is as audible as the screaming voices: scales from the heart's eyes would fall unperturbed.
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She wrote it with her breath. Foggy, misty words scrawled inside the filament of her mind-in thin, stale cellophane. Disfigured, the wind avoids the contour of her face. If only the shepherd's words is as audible as the screaming voices: scales from the heart's eyes would fall unperturbed.
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Attribution Non-Commercial (BY-NC)
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Baixe no formato DOC, PDF, TXT ou leia online no Scribd