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mother daughter poem

um com você
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
eighty anos passaram, e mais
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
nós não éramos muitos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
até sua janela da câmara

 



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