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romantic poem

flores dos bebês
a fragrância veio
e pão do breaketh mais
diga-me não
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
para então without
desolado e solitário
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu vi-o uma vez antes
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
esse ano
era não para esse cheiro singular
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade

 



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