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grandmother poem

eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu não queimo nenhum incense
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
uma vez este turf macio
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
estourou o vinho feroz
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
eu prendo seu coração
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
as canções velhas
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares

 



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