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baby poem

nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
com os olhos meek, marrons
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu sou fevered
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
de nossos lugares escondidos
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
com o por do sol
em seus regimentals ásperos

 



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