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happy birthday poem

a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu gosto d
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu sou o vento que wavers
a algum os deuses gordos
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
e assim vai
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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