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sad poetry

eu sou fevered
eu sou o vento que wavers
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
vivido pelo river-side
mulher boa
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
simplesmente falando
em seus regimentals ásperos
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
o mais saddest do ano
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?

 



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