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poem for dad

quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
um com você
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
doubtless eu recordo ainda
macio como a cama na terra
faça exame de meus bracelets
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
não permaneça não mais
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
noite misteriosa
material da lua

 



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