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break up poem

sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
travails da terra
gloom
era uma oysterman novo alto
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
o que era ele os motores ditos
do sol nem das estrelas
cara esposa
há uma hora do descanso calmo

 



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