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christmas poem

eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
os poetas dizem
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
sabe uma liberação barata
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
o doce com fern e levantou-se
em sua barraca guardada
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol

 



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