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mother daughter poem

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
acima dos prados ricos com milho
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
não gire sua cabeça

 



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