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daughter poem

o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu tenho que dizer good-night
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
qual eu desejo observar
para então without
um history muito notável isto é
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
agora que eu lhe esfriei
para trás, gire para trás

 



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