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eu espero-o
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
levantado dos mortos
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
filhas do tempo
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
simplicity
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
nós que estiveram
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de

 



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