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grandma poem

havia um strangeness em seus bordos
há uma hora do descanso calmo
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
este Ă© o arsenal
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhĂŁ
a escuridĂŁo
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade

 



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