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christmas poem

era muitas e muito um ano há
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
uma pena do aço
renove a visão do prazer
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
a luz retirada
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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