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sympathy poem

eu estive
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
bonito
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro

 



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