Bate-Papo

Saca esse poema dela: “Thief. This reading is dedicated to the thief. The noble thief lurking in the alleyway, who never stumbles, whose got everywhere to fall. Hole. Hell hole. Prison. The prisoner is a failed criminal. Me? I’m no prisoner. No. The prisoner is a failed criminal. Jail-cell, jail-cell, private hell. No, not me. No ones catching up with me. And you know I steal from them all. I steal from every man. You know I steal from every man I sleep with, eat with, talk with, walk with, and I’m stealing now. And I’m stealing now. And I’m stealing now. Thief. Thief. Oh I’m blameless for your prison state. You noticed you we robbed but you noticed too late. You came screaming through the courtyard, red-faced, I rate. But it’s too late now. It’s too late now. You’ve been had. You’ve been had real bad. You’ve been had real bad. And though you know that I’m the cause, your love for me grows and grows. Cause when I steal, I get you. Cause when I steal I get to you, I steal it clean. I’m the cleanest thief you’ve ever seen. Steal your face. Steal your dreams. And I’m stealing now. And I’m stealing now. And I’m stealing now.”

Aqui tem ela recitando https://youtu.be/yeXRvkWqsBs