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break up poem

porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
não esteja irritado com mim
esta é a canção da juventude
gloom
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
talvez
em seu vôo
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu quero saber onde você vive
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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