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friendship poem

através do peito aching da terra larga
este é o arsenal
veja, eles retornam
uma pena do aço
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
o alvorecer era verde maçã
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
eu sou fevered
material da lua
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
agora que eu lhe esfriei
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares

 



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