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um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
nunca em toda minha vida
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
uma vez este turf macio
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
filhas do tempo
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
deve ir para trás, disse
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
acima de e para baixo vai
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
qual eu desejo observar
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso

 



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