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grandma poem

em sua barraca guardada
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
têm você ouvido
sol e vento e batida do mar
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
você ouve a chuva?
como águias na elevação ascendente
caído assim
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
eu resido na montanha da tabela
irmão, eu sou fogo
nós não éramos muitos

 



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