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sad love poem

a noite era preta e drear
porque
eu estive pelo casement aberto
o corpo pode confinar
as canções velhas
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
fora do mar sparkling
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
são você vivo?
eu moldei o mundo
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
filhas do tempo

 



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