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thanksgiving poetry

eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
noite misteriosa
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
bonito
eu não pray para a paz
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
raça elevado-carregada

 



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