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african american poetry

você diz que você me ama
e nse
eu tive um medo em minha vida
era uma beleza nos dias
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
levantado dos mortos
em e sobre
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda

 



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