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sad poem

havia um strangeness em seus bordos
se ele
eu amo minha vida, mas nĂŁo demasiado bem
este Ă© o arsenal
até sua janela da câmara
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
em e sobre
simplicity
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas

 



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