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death poem

eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
era uma oysterman novo alto
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
para a verdade, para o amor
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
quando você vier hoje à noite
veja, desta moeda falsa dele

 



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