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teen love poem

homem frio stern
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
diga-me
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
nós não éramos muitos
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
glass-blower do tempo

 



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