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mother daughter poem

eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
nós não éramos muitos
ao longo dos bancos
no alvorecer, disse
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
e nse
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
do sol nem das estrelas
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
para a verdade, para o amor

 



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