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christmas poetry

nós não éramos muitos
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
agora que eu lhe esfriei
o alvorecer era verde maçã
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
esse ano
como ela
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
esta é a canção da juventude
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
diga-me não

 



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