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suicide poem

nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
ainda treze anos
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
passado unrelenting do thou
qual se mantem
olhar além
este é o navio da pérola
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
a luz retirada
para a verdade, para o amor

 



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