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teen love poem

você recorda
mulher boa
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
flores dos bebês
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
nunca em toda minha vida
teria mesmo seu gracejo
com os olhos meek, marrons
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?

 



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