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daughter poem

em todas as coisas não faladas de
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
mil anos silenciosos há
receoso não mais, eu digo
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
vinho velho a beber
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
apenas agora
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
ruídos que strive rasgar
deve ir para trás, disse
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas

 



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