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african american poetry

este é o arsenal
era muitas e muito um ano há
temos nós nenhum shame?
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
eu vi a primeira pera
sobre o rio, no monte
na terra silenciosa
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
cai aqui nenhuma luz

 



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