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grandma poem

paredes e enorme elevados
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
deus
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
veja o tentative
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu encho este copo
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
uma pena do aço

 



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