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grandma poem

com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
estes sejam
eu moldei o mundo
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro

 



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