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suicide poetry

eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
é frequentemente não assim?
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
a fragrância veio
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
filhas do tempo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
o doce com fern e levantou-se

 



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