O dia aps o dia acima que bate l minhas asas com toda a verdade do softness requer-me sente-as shrug sempre que eu pauso: classificam minha voz entre coisas tentative,
E creditam o fato, fora, golpeando. Eu dano minha maneira para a famlia de saber, de embracing o erro disperso como um menino longo-perdido e de trazer-lhe o repouso com meu vibrar.
Cada pena rpida afirma uma reivindicao justa; morde como uma serra no pinho branco. Eu comunico-me para a direita; mas explicar ao decano -- tem bem, para a direita um nome longo e intricado.
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