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christmas poem

evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
trançado e tecido
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
conseqüentemente eu não posso
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
como um homem despido mim vai
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
flores dos bebês
é ido
as sombras dos navios

 



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