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sorry poem

através do peito aching da terra larga
cidade que não é uma cidade
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
material da lua
para então without
faça exame de meus bracelets
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
eu estou morrendo

 



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