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grandma poem

que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
para trás, gire para trás
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
o ar é como uma borboleta
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
nobility da morte outra vez
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
completamente dos rasgos
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia

 



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