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baby poem

no porto de york novo
era não para esse cheiro singular
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
sadly falando
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred

 



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