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nature poem

você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
antes do saint de bronze solemn
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
mas alas, sonhos justos
a luz retirada
escute

 



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