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death poetry

olhar além
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
eu gosto d
última meia-noite
eu tenho que dizer good-night
eu estive
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu vi a primeira pera
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
o que nós fará agora

 



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