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footprint poem

pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu sou uma mulher
do assoalho ao teto
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
escuro-eyed
o céu
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
dê-me

 



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