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life poem

eu amei uma mulher
através do peito aching da terra larga
glass-blower do tempo
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
ame-me no último, ou se você não
perguntam-me onde eu estive
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
sob a lua da colheita
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
doubtless eu recordo ainda

 



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