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fall poem

eu encho este copo
de nossos lugares escondidos
eu vi os archangels em minha maçă-árvore última noite
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocę
uma vida na onda do oceano
é frequentemente năo assim?
irmăo, eu sou fogo
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu resido na montanha da tabela
no porto de york novo

 



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