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thanksgiving poem

desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
faça exame de meus bracelets
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
os dias melancólicos vieram
com o por do sol
composto do loveliness sozinho
nós colocamos
gloom
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim

 



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