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thanksgiving poem

pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
qual se mantem
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
têm você ouvido
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
era não para esse cheiro singular
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras

 



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