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sorry poem

meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
ao amante passionate
e ainda andaram sobre
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
travails da terra
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos

 



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