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broken heart poem

acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu năo queimo nenhum incense
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
os dias hypocritic
doce e forte
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
fala năo bem
para a verdade, para o amor
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
de nossos lugares escondidos

 



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