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funeral poem

os dias melancólicos vieram
noite misteriosa
ame-me no último, ou se você não
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
irmão, eu sou fogo
talvez
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
escute o mar soando
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
carrinho aqui por meu lado

 



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