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romantic love poem

não gire sua cabeça
não do mundo largo do todo
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
como águias na elevação ascendente
assim perdido
uma pena do aço
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
cidade que não é uma cidade

 



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