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pastor appreciation poem

conseqüentemente eu não posso
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
uma tempestade está montando na maré
qual eu desejo observar
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
a luz retirada
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu tive um medo em minha vida

 



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