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fall poem

eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
você é meu companheiro
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
duas fileiras dos repolhos
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
em números mournful
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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