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suicide poem

como águias na elevação ascendente
passado unrelenting do thou
a festa real foi feita
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
eu tive um medo em minha vida
e com o pássaro humming
agite
eu moldei o mundo
eu vi a primeira pera
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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