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sorry poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
escute
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
em e sobre
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
a fragrância veio
sol e vento e batida do mar
renove a visão do prazer
uma milha atrás
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
dê-me

 



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