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slam poetry

para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
e nse
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
carrinho aqui por meu lado
não permaneça não mais
uma tempestade está montando na maré

 



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