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teenage love poem

nós não éramos muitos
apenas agora
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu quero saber onde você vive
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu estive pelo casement aberto
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
acima de e para baixo vai
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
teria mesmo seu gracejo
há uma hora do descanso calmo

 



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