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good bye poem

com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
era muitas e muito um ano há
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
simplicity
diz de épocas velhas boas
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
todo meu amor para meu doce
eu ganhei a raça
disse
eu sou o vento que wavers
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir

 



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