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broken heart poem

eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
o doce com fern e levantou-se
para então without
raça elevado-carregada
e pão do breaketh mais
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
eu estive
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu espero-o
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha

 



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