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sad poetry

através do peito aching da terra larga
mundo que muda sob minha mão
você recorda
sadly falando
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
os arcos da ponte vermelha
eu sou o vento que wavers
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu sei não onde
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra

 



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