I walked through hell as you danced with the devil. But, I know I have walked a few days in his shoes. I remember I had that dance, too. I had to sit one out, I had to get the hell out, I had to get out of hell. The devil took that dance, and he wore out your sole, each foot, calloused and bruised. I left you in hell, I thought you’d wait right there. I walked days in the devil’s shoes, I had returned them, the soles were worn. The devil had his due, my soul is worn. I hope you never dance again.
A COLISA AINDA AZUL. E DESMISTURADA. NAUFRAGADA NOS ARREDORES. DA SOZINHEZ. E A SOZINHEZ SE CHAMA DUSTIN. COM UM CABELO MUITO FINO E REPERTÓRIO OPULENTO, A QUE QUER ACRESCER QUALCOSA MINHA.
...A LISONJA RI PEQUENA, FEITO O DAVI.
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