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mother daughter poem

em sua barraca guardada
fala não bem
sob a lua da colheita
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eu espero-o
eu penso d esplêndido justo
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
a luz retirada
na esfera
são você acordado?
calma como que segundo verão

 



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