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baby shower poem

vocę recorda
com os olhos meek, marrons
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coraçăo da pedra
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
em sua barraca guardada
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
os dias melancólicos vieram
passado unrelenting do thou
e com o pássaro humming
a algum os deuses gordos
deixe-me ser sad

 



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