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love poem

eu estive pelo casement aberto
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
cai aqui nenhuma luz
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
quem é o corredor nos céus
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
eu moldei o mundo
ruídos que strive rasgar
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
nunca em toda minha vida
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
no porto de york novo

 



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