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african american poetry

três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
as canções antigas
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu ouvi-os na noite
sob a lua da colheita
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
renove a visão do prazer
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred

 



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