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na meia-noite
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
são você vivo?
dê-me a fome
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
talvez
cidade que não é uma cidade
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
para trás, gire para trás
o doce com fern e levantou-se
eu sou uma mulher

 



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