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suicide poem

com os olhos meek, marrons
teria mesmo seu gracejo
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
quando você vier hoje à noite
a fragrância veio
têm você não ouvido
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
uma milha atrás
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
carrinho aqui por meu lado
a escuridão
porque assim sad meu encantador?

 



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