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sad death poem

uma vida na onda do oceano
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
o que nós fará agora
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
ao longo dos bancos
fraco-é voada a canção
o que mim lhe devem
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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