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poem for pastors

e nse
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
no alvorecer, disse
mas eu năo posso lę-lo agora
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
o dia é feito
do assoalho ao teto
pela ponte rude

 



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