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mother poem

porque assim sad meu encantador?
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
todos tragam os anos
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
para a verdade, para o amor
era o outono do ano
porque
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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