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broken heart poem

sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
este é o arsenal
esta é a canção da juventude
no alvorecer, disse
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
cai aqui nenhuma luz
nunca em toda minha vida
renove a visão do prazer
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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