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grandma poem

são você acordado?
cara esposa
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
diga-me não
a escuridão
eu quero saber onde você vive
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
o que era ele os motores ditos
e assim vai
todos tragam os anos

 



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