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daughter poem

caras bonitas, tragical
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
eu moldei o mundo
para então without
do sol nem das estrelas
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés

 



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