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mother daughter poem

veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu sou fevered
năo pendure nenhuma grinalda
eu sei năo onde
com o por do sol
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
vocę diz que vocę me ama

 



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