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short friendship poem

há uma hora do descanso calmo
alguns dias mais ventosos
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
este é o arsenal
uma tempestade está montando na maré
nobility da morte outra vez
a escuridăo rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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