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quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
deve ir para trás, disse
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
através do peito aching da terra larga
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
diga-me
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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