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thanksgiving poem

desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
três anos há hoje
e assim vai
não se aflija que sobre
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
nobility da morte outra vez
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
pela ponte rude
noite misteriosa
eu resido na montanha da tabela

 



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