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suicide poem

eu sou o vento que wavers
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
eu sou fevered
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
como águias na elevação ascendente
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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