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teenage love poem

eu não posso dizê-lo agora
a algum os deuses gordos
eu não queimo nenhum incense
doce e forte
você ouve a chuva?
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
vivido pelo river-side
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
alguns dias mais ventosos
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor

 



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