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eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
melancolia, azul era
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
no alvorecer, disse
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
a escuridão
em seus regimentals ásperos
cidade que não é uma cidade
não do mundo largo do todo
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
alguns dos hurts que você se curou

 



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