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suicide poetry

minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
caras bonitas, tragical
o mais saddest do ano
porque entăo, a obrigaçăo nós vę?
cidade que năo é uma cidade
conseqüentemente eu năo posso
olhar além
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu estive
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
filhas do tempo
nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
na meia-noite

 



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