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o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
a escuridăo
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
talvez
na terra silenciosa
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
eu disse, mim fechei meu coraçăo
com os olhos meek, marrons

 



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