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religious poem

eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
muito bem, você liberais
você recorda
ido antes de nós
eu estive
e com o pássaro humming
e assim vai
raça elevado-carregada
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
uma tempestade está montando na maré
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo

 



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