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minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
não permaneça não mais
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
tempestade
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
sol e vento e batida do mar
última meia-noite
mas alas, sonhos justos
o alvorecer era verde maçã
há qualquer um lá
eu resido na montanha da tabela
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
uma pena do aço

 



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