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sorry poem

irmão, eu sou fogo
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
e com o pássaro humming
doce e forte
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
olhar além
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
de nossos lugares escondidos
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira

 



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