Acid Bliss

The Old Stage-Coach of the Plains by Frederic S. Remington (1901)

I couldn’t ask somethings
Anymore
You are so close
Nevermore
When the horse runs
Sunday morning
I hear your voice
A love song

I was in love with your brother
But my papers are gone
Shouldn’t I disappear?
Maybe I never come by

A cup of coffee
Poisonous
Napalm Breakfast
Acid Bliss

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Mara Vanessa Torres

Borboleta pousando na lua. Autora de Átomos Desfeitos (Editora Minimalismos) ~ Instagram: @maravanessatorres