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best friend poem

o ar é como uma borboleta
eu prendo seu coração
rosas e ouro
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
este é o arsenal
última meia-noite
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado

 



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