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best friend poem

eu estive pelo casement aberto
era muitas e muito um ano há
travails da terra
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
deve ir para trás, disse
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele

 



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