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suicide poetry

os céus que eram ashen e sober
como um homem despido mim vai
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
receoso não mais, eu digo
são você vivo?
muito bem, você liberais
são você acordado?
uma pena do aço
deixe-me ser sad
um pensamento doce solemn
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu resido na montanha da tabela

 



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