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mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
eu detestei-o
rosas e ouro
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
você está desobstruído
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
travails da terra
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias

 



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