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grandma poem

deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
pela ponte rude
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
traga-me a canção macia
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
no alvorecer, disse
até sua janela da câmara
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
ao lado de um campo stricken

 



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