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retirement poem

eu não queimo nenhum incense
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
porque
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
fraco-é voada a canção

 



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