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friend poem

você é meu companheiro
caído assim
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
em setembro
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
para então without
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
estes sejam

 



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