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sad death poem

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
deixe-nos plantar
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
paredes e enorme elevados
todos tragam os anos
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
havia um momento em anos anteriores
a noite era preta e drear
estes sejam
não esteja irritado com mim
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto

 



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