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gothic poetry

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
estes sejam
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
sad são que sabem não o amor
era muitas e muito um ano há
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
eu disse

 



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