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grandmother poem

sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
eu vi-o uma vez antes
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
os céus que eram ashen e sober
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu ouvi-os na noite
o céu
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
dê-me
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas

 



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