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sad love poem

uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
ao longo dos bancos
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
diga-me não
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
e ainda andaram sobre
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
e nse
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas

 



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