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baby poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
os céus que eram ashen e sober
este é o navio da pérola
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu estive
o doce com fern e levantou-se
homem frio stern
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser

 



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