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quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu tive um medo em minha vida
truely
não esteja irritado com mim
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
eu prendo seu coração
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
o alvorecer era verde maçã

 



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