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friendship poem

com os olhos meek, marrons
sob a lua da colheita
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
agite
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu estive
eu sei não onde
eu estive pelo casement aberto
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso

 



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