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teenage love poem

o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
a noite era preta e drear
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
como uma vela branca
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
assim perdido
este é o arsenal
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos

 



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