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sad death poem

temos nós nenhum shame?
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
cidade que não é uma cidade
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
muito bem, você liberais
são você acordado?
e pão do breaketh mais
na esfera
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem

 



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