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graduation poem

o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
porque assim sad meu encantador?
dê-me a fome
talvez
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
filhas do tempo
ao longo dos bancos

 



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