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baby poem

a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
ruídos que strive rasgar
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
carrinho aqui por meu lado
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
cão do gingham e o gato do calico
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred

 



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