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mother daughter poem

ainda treze anos
eu estive pelo casement aberto
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
a escuridão rola para cima
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
o céu
você diz que você me ama
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
pela ponte rude
no alvorecer, disse
o que era ele os motores ditos
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



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