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sad poem

quando eu retornei no por do sol
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
têm você não ouvido
eu encho este copo
não do mundo largo do todo
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
sadly falando
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
agora que eu lhe esfriei

 



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