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love poem

pela costa, pelo mar
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
e meu nome é truthful
para então without
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu ganhei a raça
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
eu sou velho e cego
vinho velho a beber
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
glass-blower do tempo
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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