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slam poetry

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
o dia é feito
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
não gire sua cabeça
e assim vai
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
teria mesmo seu gracejo

 



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