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friendship poem

quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
o alvorecer era verde maçã
deve ir para trás, disse
irmão, eu sou fogo
este é o arsenal
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
onde deva mim encontre-o
como águias na elevação ascendente
mil anos silenciosos há
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite

 



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