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wedding poem

última meia-noite
eu sei não onde
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
temos nós nenhum shame?
irmão, eu sou fogo
em setembro
o ar é como uma borboleta
sol e vento e batida do mar
têm você ouvido
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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