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death poem

eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
noite misteriosa
eu vi a primeira pera
eu estive
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
calma como que segundo verão
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
em seus regimentals ásperos
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite

 



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