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suicide poem

veio fazer exame de me pela mão
o mais saddest do ano
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
eu resido na montanha da tabela
como ela
eu tenho que dizer good-night
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
com alegria e maravilha
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
eu estou morrendo

 



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