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footprint poem

mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
você é bonito e desvanecido
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
esta é a canção da juventude
sob a folha dusky do laurel
todo meu amor para meu doce
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
na terra silenciosa
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



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