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como águias na elevação ascendente
eu gosto d
ao longo dos bancos
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eu vi a primeira pera
felicidade
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
ao lado de um campo stricken
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor

 



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