ℜaw Poweℜ
Lembro-me bem do seu olhar.
Ele atravessa ainda a minha alma,
Como um risco de fogo na noite.
Lembro-me bem do seu olhar. O resto...
Sim o resto parece-se apenas com a vida.

Deve haver ilhas lá para o sul das coisas
Onde sofrer seja uma coisa mais suave,
Onde viver custe menos ao pensamento,
E onde a gente possa fechar os olhos e adormecer ao sol
E acordar sem ter que pensar em responsabilidades sociais
Nem no dia do mês ou da semana que é hoje.
ℜaw Poweℜ
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officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

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avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
avancidy:

officialbarack:

what the fuck is this

i scrolled down for an explanation and there was none
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Ivory hilted dagger and sheath.
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danskjavlarna:

From the Wisconsin Medical Recorder, 1909.
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