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child poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
macia weeping
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
era não para esse cheiro singular
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
acima dos prados ricos com milho
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel

 



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