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short love poem

os céus que eram ashen e sober
sobre o rio beckon a mim
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
truely
não seja falso
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
e nse
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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