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christmas poetry

os dias melancólicos vieram
mundo que muda sob minha mão
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
tempestade
qual eu desejo observar
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
acima dos prados ricos com milho

 



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