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suicide poem

arched a inundação
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
pela costa, pelo mar
todo meu amor para meu doce
sob a folha dusky do laurel
temos nós nenhum shame?
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
porque assim sad meu encantador?

 



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