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break up poem

uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
os dias melancólicos vieram
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
e nse
irmão, eu sou fogo
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
truely
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado

 



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