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daughter poem

trançado e tecido
e meu nome é truthful
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
agora que eu lhe esfriei
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razăo

 



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