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thanksgiving poem

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhĂŁ
o Ăşnico punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
os dias hypocritic

 



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