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death poetry

esse ano
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
flores dos bebês
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
ao longo de um river-side
uma vida na onda do oceano
desolado e solitário
e assim vai
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento

 



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