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mother daughter poem

no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
em números mournful
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
caras bonitas, tragical
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
eu não pray para a paz
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
eu estive
levantado dos mortos
através do peito aching da terra larga

 



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