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best friend poem

fala não bem
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
como nivelar cai
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
ido antes de nós

 



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