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grandma poem

uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
no alvorecer, disse
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
para então without
quando eu retornei no por do sol
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
para a verdade, para o amor
muito bem, você liberais
ao longo de um river-side
este é o navio da pérola
um com você

 



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