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footprint poem

eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
vinho velho a beber
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
os céus que eram ashen e sober
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
é ido
olhar além
irmão, eu sou fogo
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim

 



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