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gothic poetry

escuro-eyed
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
eu detestei-o
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
mundo que muda sob minha mão
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
diz de épocas velhas boas
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas

 



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