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graduation poem

pela ponte rude
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
é ido
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
uma tempestade está montando na maré
não do mundo largo do todo
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
seu cabelo bonito
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra

 



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