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father poem

eu disse
era não para esse cheiro singular
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
na meia-noite
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
nobility da morte outra vez

 



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