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slam poetry

as montanhas são povos silenciosos
quando eu retornei no por do sol
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
a festa real foi feita
eu tive um medo em minha vida
a algum os deuses gordos
levantado dos mortos
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu sou velho e cego
como ela
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira

 



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