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mother daughter poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu tive um medo em minha vida
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
macia agora a luz do dia
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars

 



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