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mother daughter poem

pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu prendo seu coração
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
em seu vôo
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
têm você ouvido
você ouve a chuva?
com os olhos meek, marrons
vinho velho a beber
doubtless eu recordo ainda
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
um olhar é mas um raio
simplesmente falando

 



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