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autumn poem

eu disse
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
não gire sua cabeça
escute o mar soando
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
eu gosto d
o corpo pode confinar
ame-me no último, ou se você não
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre

 



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