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mother daughter poem

conseqüentemente eu não posso
escute o mar soando
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
é ido
era uma oysterman novo alto
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra

 



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