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death poem

são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
era uma oysterman novo alto
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
eu sei não onde
quando você vier hoje à noite
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
antes do saint de bronze solemn
rosas e ouro
truely

 



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