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poetry in motion

ainda treze anos
e pão do breaketh mais
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
o que mim lhe devem
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
muito bem, você liberais
lá pela janela na casa velha
dê-me a fome
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
para a verdade, para o amor
era uma oysterman novo alto
vivido pelo river-side
o que nós fará agora

 



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