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christmas poetry

behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
travails da terra
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
em e sobre
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
cai aqui nenhuma luz
tm voc andar visto atravs da vila
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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