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life poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
travails da terra
perguntam-me onde eu estive
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
glass-blower do tempo
trançado e tecido

 



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