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a fragrância veio
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
receoso não mais, eu digo
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
quando eu retornei no por do sol
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
última meia-noite
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
todo meu amor para meu doce

 



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