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mother poem

era muitas e muito um ano há
ainda treze anos
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
deve ir para trás, disse
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
receoso não mais, eu digo
sabe uma liberação barata
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
com alegria e maravilha
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
este é o navio da pérola

 



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