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uma vez este turf macio
há qualquer um lá
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
escute o mar soando
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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