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gothic poetry

o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
veja, eles retornam
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
arched a inundação
estes sejam
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite

 



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