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sad love poem

eu estou morrendo
e ainda andaram sobre
eu ganhei a raça
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
disse
eu amo as configuraçőes melodious velhas
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
esse ano
eu sou velho e cego
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
era o outono do ano

 



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