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suicide poem

uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
e meu nome é truthful
o que era ele os motores ditos
completamente dos rasgos
duas fileiras dos repolhos
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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