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sad love poem

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
sol e vento e batida do mar
um olhar é mas um raio
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
têm você ouvido

 



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