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grandma poem

uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
tempestade
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
completamente dos rasgos
levantado dos mortos
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
um com você
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
as estrelas caíram do heaven

 



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