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love poem

eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
era muitas e muito um ano há
e nse
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
sob a lua da colheita
apenas agora
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
era não para esse cheiro singular
traga-me a canção macia
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
olhar além

 



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