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sorry poem

escuro-eyed
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
ao lado de um campo stricken
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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