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baby shower poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
aflija-se não para o invisível
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu estive pelo casement aberto
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
e como poderia você sonho da reunião

 



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