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fall poem

a noite era preta e drear
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
eu amei uma mulher
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
a algum os deuses gordos
vinho velho a beber
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final

 



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