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grandma poem

este é o navio da pérola
tempestade
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eu sou fevered
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
quando você vier hoje à noite
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
um pensamento doce solemn
têm você não ouvido
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
duas fileiras dos repolhos
eu resido na montanha da tabela
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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