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suicide poetry

era muitas e muito um ano há
com os olhos meek, marrons
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu moldei o mundo
diga-me não
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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