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grandma poem

era não para esse cheiro singular
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
se eu for muito certo
eu amei uma mulher
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
para a verdade, para o amor
sob a lua da colheita

 



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