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sympathy poem

alguns dos hurts que você se curou
se ele
a festa real foi feita
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro

 



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