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sad death poem

eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
sob a lua da colheita
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
porque
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
sabe uma liberação barata

 



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