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wedding poem

a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
cidade que não é uma cidade
é ido
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
com os olhos meek, marrons
levantado dos mortos
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
tempestade

 



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