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mother daughter poem

escute
o alvorecer era verde maçă
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu gosto d
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
qual se mantem
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble

 



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