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grandmother poem

eu estou morrendo
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
o sol está acima
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
deixe-nos plantar
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
composto do loveliness sozinho
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore

 



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