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lost love poem

sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
em possa
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coraçăo da pedra
o mais saddest do ano
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
fala năo bem
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu penso d esplęndido justo
havia tręs no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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