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father poem

você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
com os olhos meek, marrons
são você vivo?
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel

 



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