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fall poem

eu penso d esplêndido justo
os arcos da ponte vermelha
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu encho este copo
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
disse
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
o mais saddest do ano

 



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