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há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
a escuridão rola para cima
pela costa, pelo mar
e meu nome é truthful
eu moldei o mundo
não permaneça não mais
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
através do peito aching da terra larga
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
melancolia, azul era
glass-blower do tempo
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas

 



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