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suicide poem

têm você ouvido
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o sol está acima
o doce com fern e levantou-se
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
simplesmente falando
a luz retirada
como um homem despido mim vai
a festa real foi feita

 



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