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friendship poem

o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
eu vi a primeira pera
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
glass-blower do tempo
muito bem, você liberais
ao longo dos bancos
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
simplesmente falando
eu não queimo nenhum incense
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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