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friendship poem

aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
perguntam-me onde eu estive
o que era ele os motores ditos
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
disse
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
o que nós fará agora
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
deixe-nos plantar
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril

 



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