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poem for pastors

quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu não queimo nenhum incense
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
em e sobre
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
faça exame de meus bracelets
em números mournful
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
os prayers brancos pequenos
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro

 



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