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best friend poem

as montanhas são povos silenciosos
flores dos bebês
para trás, gire para trás
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
não gire sua cabeça
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
como nivelar cai
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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