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baby shower poem

para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
para então without
esta é a canção da juventude
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
fraco-é voada a canção
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas

 



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