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poem for pastors

este é o arsenal
sob a folha dusky do laurel
desolado e solitário
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coraçăo da pedra

 



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