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sorry poem

eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
o sol está acima
gloom
eu espero-o
nós colocamos
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
como nivelar cai
deixe um sustento da alegria você
era não para esse cheiro singular

 



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