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poem for pastors

e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
trançado e tecido
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
com os olhos meek, marrons

 



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