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slam poetry

sobre o rio, no monte
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
eu sei não onde
última meia-noite
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas

 



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