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são você vivo?
faça exame de meus bracelets
trançado e tecido
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
sobre o rio beckon a mim
os poetas dizem
flores dos bebês
sombras voadas que varrem perto
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
esse ano

 



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