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funeral poem

ao longo dos bancos
eu encho este copo
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
o alvorecer era verde maçã
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
você está desobstruído

 



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