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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
esse ano
noite misteriosa
era uma beleza nos dias
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
estes sejam
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
os prayers brancos pequenos
através do peito aching da terra larga
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu não pray para a paz

 



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