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black poetry

há um país completamente do vinho
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
eu disse
noite misteriosa
eu sei não onde
levantado dos mortos
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
algum queixou-se ao mestre
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso

 



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