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child poem

o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
o dia é feito
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
muito bem, você liberais
eu estou morrendo
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado

 



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