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mother daughter poem

eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
qual eu desejo observar
macia weeping
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
irmão, eu sou fogo
a fragrância veio
eu ouvi-os na noite
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
lá pela janela na casa velha
para trás, gire para trás
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu não pray para a paz
eu não posso dizê-lo agora

 



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