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olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
caras bonitas, tragical
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
não esteja irritado com mim
em seu vôo
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
eu detestei-o
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
ao longo dos bancos
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate

 



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