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grandma poem

no alvorecer, disse
e ainda andaram sobre
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
e nse
qual se mantem
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
ao lado de um campo stricken
desolado e solitário
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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