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nature poem

há uma hora do descanso calmo
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
eu sou uma mulher
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
simplicity
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
porque assim sad meu encantador?
o prado estava rastejando
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto

 



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