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baby poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
caído assim
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
composto do loveliness sozinho
eu gosto d
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir

 



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