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splendor doce
este é o arsenal
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
não do mundo largo do todo
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
agora que eu lhe esfriei
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
ruídos que strive rasgar
os poetas dizem
sol e vento e batida do mar

 



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