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teen love poem

qual se mantem
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
há qualquer um lá
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
conseqüentemente eu não posso
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
um history muito notável isto é
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
antes do saint de bronze solemn
esse ano
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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