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suicide poem

a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
veja que eu me dou a você
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
é frequentemente não assim?
o doce com fern e levantou-se
uma tempestade está montando na maré
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
existir da cisne
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly

 



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