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Data 09/08/2020 22:42:53 | Tópico: Sonetos

Some people are born
With twisted darkness within,
Some survive and some are thorn,
There's no loss, and no win.

Some people are thorn
By happyness and content,
But when they were born
Their parents could only lament.

When I noticed, I was worn,
But glad I'm inteligent
And neutral to the firestorm.

And I don't regret a second spent,
Deeply analyzing the unicorn
That in the end, was just a fragment...

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