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grandmother poem

eu quero saber onde você vive
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
trançado e tecido
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
agora que eu lhe esfriei
em seu vôo
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
eu prendo seu coração
tiveram e i mas encontrado com

 



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