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sad death poem

eu estive
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
flores dos bebês
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
um pássaro cantou
temos nós nenhum shame?
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
as canções velhas
vontade você glimmer no mar?
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim

 



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