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broken heart poem

há qualquer um lá
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
sob a lua da colheita
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
deus
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
estourou o vinho feroz

 



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