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teenage love poem

rosas e ouro
é ido
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
em setembro
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
através do peito aching da terra larga
com alegria e maravilha
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
deixe-nos plantar
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
você recorda

 



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