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i miss you poem

apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
qual se mantem
eu sou uma mulher
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
quem estará nomeando o vento
um pensamento doce solemn
eu estive pelo casement aberto

 



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