Raquel Pinheiro Poems

it is almost there, it is almost there
all set aside, brightly shaped, soon to be taken
the silver bus on the side lane awaits
for the never to be unfolding drama
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it is almost there, it is almost there
all set aside, brightly shaped, soon to be taken
the silver bus on the side lane awaits
for the never to be unfolding drama
...

tell me, what was the point of it all?
the fuzz and the thrill of methodically collect
precious unique things
creating layers of amazeness
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it has been a time of paint
two walls, side by side, arranged neatly
an unfashionable fashion of sorts
mirrored in layers of funky swirls
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in trying to deny herself, anna saw a way out
if everybody departed who is to stay?
Is cowardice just a wise judgment?
what is so honourable in leaving?
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come gather gratuitous grace
only for a few boyish, exalted and
tactful moments of stolen delight
may a wrong thing taste so good
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i liked it when there was share
in a confined space of debate
it was an extraordinary time
of genuine anger and defiance
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that curious smile of yours intrigued me
i'm not distracted from my body
just keep myself away from disenchantment
showered with attention, charmed sweetly
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a bad boy with a heart of gold
throws a dot of crimson jello
has the sun rises and the thunder cracks
if my backbone had been broken
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like a change to come
a grip recoils a glimpse of hope
when starting to see a million possibilities
where there was none
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