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graduation poem

o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
sob a lua da colheita
eu prendo seu coração
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu estou morrendo
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
agora que eu lhe esfriei
não gire sua cabeça
de nossos lugares escondidos
qual eu desejo observar
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
têm você ouvido

 



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