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romantic poem

nós não éramos muitos
os dias melancólicos vieram
escuro-eyed
onde deva mim encontre-o
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu estou morrendo

 



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