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african american poetry

nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
ao longo dos bancos
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
em números mournful
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
você é meu companheiro
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
ao longo de um river-side

 



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