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funeral poem

para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
eu sou uma mulher
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
era o outono do ano
eu vi-o uma vez antes

 



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