tô com vontade de por só epígrafe hoje, porque às vezes os outros falam melhor.

Why does my mind circle around you? why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? Your skin tastes of the salt of marmora & the hair of your body casts its net over me. People strain their eyes to see, but I see you and you see me, and ain't that wonder? We don't notice any time pass, we don't notice anything. All of the world's standing at his door but he doesn't even care what they're waiting for. Walking about in africa maybe, but thinking of me.

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