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os dias hypocritic
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
glass-blower do tempo
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
agora que eu lhe esfriei
não permaneça não mais
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
eu vi com olhos abertos

 



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