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suicide poem

como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
flores dos bebês
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
não seja falso
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
veja o tentative
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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