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death poem

eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
sombras voadas que varrem perto
faça exame de meus bracelets
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
eu gosto d

 



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