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father poem

mundo que muda sob minha mão
o céu
em seu vôo
sol e vento e batida do mar
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
sabe uma liberação barata
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
truely
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor

 



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