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poem for pastors

o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
homem frio stern
nós não éramos muitos
para a verdade, para o amor
o doce com fern e levantou-se
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
você ouve a chuva?
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela

 



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