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death poem

eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
eu vi com olhos abertos
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
é frequentemente não assim?
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
talvez
os céus que eram ashen e sober

 



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