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mother poem

eu sou fevered
paredes e enorme elevados
ao longo dos bancos
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
era nĂŁo para esse cheiro singular
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vĂ´o do falcĂŁo
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
completamente dos rasgos
esplĂŞndido e terrĂ­vel seu amor
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble

 



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