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autumn poem

meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
splendor doce
temos nós nenhum shame?
cara esposa
é frequentemente não assim?
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
há uma hora do descanso calmo
veja, eles retornam

 



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