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sorry poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
através do peito aching da terra larga
em sua barraca guardada
são você vivo?
as estrelas caíram do heaven
um pássaro cantou
não esteja irritado com mim
a noite era preta e drear
em setembro
acima de e para baixo vai
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
eu resido na montanha da tabela

 



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