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autumn poem

uma tempestade está montando na maré
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
paredes e enorme elevados
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu sou o vento que wavers
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você

 



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