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slam poetry

quando eu era um menino na faculdade
para a verdade, para o amor
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
dê-me a fome
você ouve a chuva?
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
os dias melancólicos vieram
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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