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gothic poetry

eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
eu vi a primeira pera
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
homem frio stern
pela costa, pelo mar
o corpo pode confinar
ao longo dos bancos
eu sou fevered
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
porque
eu não pray para a paz
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes

 



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