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graduation poem

a algum os deuses gordos
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eu estive pelo casement aberto
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
têm você andar visto através da vila
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
o mais saddest do ano
truely

 



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