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sad death poem

eu sei o que você está indo dizer
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
levantado dos mortos
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu ganhei a raça
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?

 



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