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grandmother poem

eu fui acima e trago as ruas
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
desolado e solitário
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu sou o vento que wavers
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
eu estou cantando-lhe
os dias hypocritic

 



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