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suicide poem

como ela
mas eu năo posso lę-lo agora
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
a algum os deuses gordos
qual se mantem
vocę recorda
as sombras dos navios
macio como a cama na terra
os poetas dizem
quando eu era quebrou em Londres

 



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