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suicide poem

a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
o prado estava rastejando
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
filhas do tempo
assim perdido
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu estou morrendo
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
porque
era uma oysterman novo alto
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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