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death poem

desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
flores dos bebês
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
eu sou o vento que wavers
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
sono, irmão cinzento da morte

 



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