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african american poetry

quando eu era um menino na faculdade
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
moonlight profundo e macio
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhĂŁ
estes sejam
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless

 



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