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baby poem

eu fui acima e trago as ruas
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
olhar além
pela costa, pelo mar
as sombras dos navios
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
dê-me a fome
estes sejam
a algum os deuses gordos

 



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