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broken heart poem

paredes e enorme elevados
dĂŞ-me
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
um com vocĂŞ
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
melancolia, azul era
sumário em uma noite do vôo

 



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