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death poetry

paredes e enorme elevados
na terra silenciosa
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
ao lado de um campo stricken
e assim vai
o prado estava rastejando
melhore do que o granito
última meia-noite
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
arched a inundação

 



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