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sad death poem

temos nós nenhum shame?
escute
em seus regimentals ásperos
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu prendo seu coração
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu gosto d
conseqüentemente eu não posso
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
faça exame de meus bracelets
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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