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The canja and cachaca are ready by the fireplace
the sugar cane is cracking by the wood burning stove
the stars like lamps are dim and the night is singing with crickets

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the sexy hand on the small of my back
the cool air makes the road seem endless and awake
the smell of gasoline and the loud music over the horrible things he said

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I do not love you
I want to be alone, like a single petal left hanging on a stem
wet and sorry
after a careless summer thunderstorm

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the loneliness of a never-ending beginning
the tease in which I can't bear to shake
the drapes that he never got to change in my room and the hope I can't forsake

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the day begging to be taken advantage of only to fade away
the sun creeping through the window ready with its blaze
the strands of his hair on my pillow and that smell our love left

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I do not want to compromise my idea of freedom
I have been through this before, like I was some whore
chained and scarred
heaving from the beatings his words carved inside my sore

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the sound of his arrival, the silence of his dreams
the tickling and the singing and the rhythms of his omitted piano
the scars I find underneath and the blankets I tried to wrap around them

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the kiss he gave me last night, the briefness left longingly at the stingy bar
the way he meant it, I could feel love in it
the outburst of damned lies and the shakiness of such insecurity

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I do not know why when he sees me it makes me cry
I want to know why he sobbed when he watched the little girl die
innocent and dreamy
lost, like him, in imagination and webbed in wounds of treachery

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the mystery of our woven paths still haunting my guide
the wines he likes and the unsweetened coffee in the morning
the veins that interlace in the long miles of our embrace

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the goodbye I must wave so he can go to waste
the missing details of the story which we don't know how to tell
the end of our second coming and the tragedy of my fairy tale