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romantic poem

a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
eu gosto d
existir da cisne
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
e com o pássaro humming
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



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