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teen love poem

eu sou uma mulher
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a noite era preta e drear
doce e forte
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto

 



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