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teen love poem

glooms dos viv-carvalhos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
mulher boa
o alvorecer era verde maçã
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
travails da terra
duas fileiras dos repolhos
sob a lua da colheita
em sua barraca guardada
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy

 



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