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grandma poem

melancolia, azul era
qual eu desejo observar
o sol está acima
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
em e sobre
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
escuro-eyed
quando eu era um menino na faculdade

 



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