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angel poem

com os olhos meek, marrons
mundo que muda sob minha mão
você é meu companheiro
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
eu moldei o mundo
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
a noite era preta e drear
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
eu espero-o
gloom
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim

 



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