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teenage love poem

eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
qual eu desejo observar
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
deve ir para trás, disse
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu não queimo nenhum incense
não permaneça não mais
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
estes sejam

 



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