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sad death poem

eu vi a primeira pera
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
dê-me a fome
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
ruídos que strive rasgar
a luz retirada
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
antes do saint de bronze solemn
sol e vento e batida do mar

 



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