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friendship poetry

eu não pray para a paz
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
mas alas, sonhos justos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
temos nós nenhum shame?
os céus que eram ashen e sober
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
cidade que não é uma cidade

 



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