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grandma poem

quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
na terra silenciosa
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
carrinho aqui por meu lado
do sol nem das estrelas

 



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