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grandma poem

a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
caras bonitas, tragical
mundo que muda sob minha mão
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
irmão, eu sou fogo
um olhar é mas um raio
é ido
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
sob a lua da colheita

 



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