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teen love poem

eu estou morrendo
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
acima dos prados ricos com milho
uma milha atrás
o céu
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu vou minha maneira complacently
lá pela janela na casa velha
raça elevado-carregada
era não para esse cheiro singular

 



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