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baby shower poem

a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
com os olhos meek, marrons
balançado no berço do profundo
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
para trás, gire para trás
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
eu vou minha maneira complacently
sobre o rio, no monte
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
dê-me a fome
receoso não mais, eu digo
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina

 



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