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memorial poem

não gire sua cabeça
em setembro
eu detestei-o
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
a noite era preta e drear
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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