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baby shower poem

não pendure nenhuma grinalda
existir da cisne
flores dos bebês
irmão, eu sou fogo
tempestade
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
o alvorecer era verde maçã
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
você está desobstruído
burly, humble-abelha aplanar

 



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