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sad love poem

talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
alguns dias mais ventosos
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
eu ganhei a raça
passado unrelenting do thou
travails da terra
receoso não mais, eu digo
no porto de york novo
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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