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suicide poetry

havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu encho este copo
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
com alegria e maravilha
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
última meia-noite
os céus que eram ashen e sober
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
agora quando meus bordos viverem
eu detestei-o
caído assim
levantado dos mortos

 



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