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death poem

um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
sol e vento e batida do mar
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
você é meu companheiro
eu vi com olhos abertos
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
diga-me não
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
você recorda

 



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