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gothic poetry

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu prendo seu coração
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu sou uma mulher
os céus que eram ashen e sober
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
as canções antigas
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
dê-me
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias

 



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