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suicide poetry

a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu vi com olhos abertos
duas fileiras dos repolhos
traga-me a canção macia
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
completamente dos rasgos
disse
truely
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
poderíamos nós mas para saber

 



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