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suicide poem

uma milha atrás
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
os poetas dizem
em e sobre
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
sol e vento e batida do mar
aflija-se não para o invisível

 



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