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pastor appreciation poem

minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
no alvorecer, disse
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
composto do loveliness sozinho
em números mournful
caído assim
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser

 



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