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mother daughter poem

as canções antigas
o prado estava rastejando
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
conseqüentemente eu não posso
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
cara esposa
eu amei uma mulher
era muitas e muito um ano há
os céus que eram ashen e sober
disse

 



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