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suicide poem

pouco parque que eu passo completamente
receoso năo mais, eu digo
escute
e ainda andaram sobre
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
diz de épocas velhas boas
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas

 



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