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graduation poem

o mais saddest do ano
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
agite
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
eu não pray para a paz
paredes e enorme elevados
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
conseqüentemente eu não posso
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
material da lua
fora do mar sparkling

 



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