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love poem

era uma oysterman novo alto
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
arched a inundação
nĂłs que estiveram
em seu vĂ´o
tempestade
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu nĂŁo posso dizĂŞ-lo agora
o mestre de destinies humanos Ă© mim
teria mesmo seu gracejo
sadly falando

 



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