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poem for dad

composto do loveliness sozinho
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
năo se aflija que sobre
deixe-nos plantar
nobility da morte outra vez
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
acima de e para baixo vai
estes sejam
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
como um homem despido mim vai

 



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