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grandmother poem

sob a lua da colheita
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
sabe uma liberação barata
muito bem, você liberais
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
levantado dos mortos
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
rosas e ouro

 



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