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best friend poem

quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
através do peito aching da terra larga
em números mournful
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
ruídos que strive rasgar
no alvorecer, disse
ao amante passionate
não se aflija que sobre
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
se ele
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas

 



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