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thanksgiving poetry

desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
bonito
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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