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narrative poetry

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
os dias hypocritic
escute o mar soando
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
assim perdido
com os olhos meek, marrons
todo meu amor para meu doce
um pássaro cantou

 



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