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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
simplesmente falando
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
como águias na elevação ascendente
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
balançado no berço do profundo
o alvorecer era verde maçã
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos

 



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