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teenage love poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
o ar é como uma borboleta
raça elevado-carregada
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
não do mundo largo do todo
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu quero saber onde você vive
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
acima dos prados ricos com milho

 



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