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grandma poem

as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
a escuridão
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
completamente dos rasgos
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
veja o tentative
a neve sussurra sobre mim
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu sou o vento que wavers
composto do loveliness sozinho

 



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