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pela ponte rude
o prado estava rastejando
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
tempestade
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
era o outono do ano
irmão, eu sou fogo
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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