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friendship poem

o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu estou morrendo
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
eu espero-o
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
o que mim lhe devem
dê-me
o que nós fará agora
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
ao lado de um campo stricken

 



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