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life poem

escute
de nossos lugares escondidos
assim perdido
o prado estava rastejando
nunca em toda minha vida
uma vez este turf macio
glass-blower do tempo
moonlight profundo e macio
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
eu detestei-o
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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