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death poetry

um pensamento doce solemn
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu vi com olhos abertos
ao longo dos bancos
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
o que era ele os motores ditos
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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