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death poem

eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
macia weeping
até sua janela da câmara
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eu gosto d
em setembro
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
como águias na elevação ascendente
cai aqui nenhuma luz
agite
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
todos tragam os anos
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar

 



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