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slam poetry

nós não éramos muitos
esta é a canção da juventude
para a verdade, para o amor
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
até sua janela da câmara
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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