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happy birthday poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
o corpo pode confinar
muito bem, você liberais
temos nós nenhum shame?
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
uma tempestade está montando na maré
truely
de nossos lugares escondidos
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
última meia-noite
simplicity

 



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