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graduation poem

eu vi a primeira pera
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
felicidade
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
era não para esse cheiro singular
glass-blower do tempo
com o por do sol
uma milha atrás

 



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