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anniversary poem

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
escute o mar soando
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
a noite era preta e drear
cai aqui nenhuma luz
não se aflija que sobre
perguntam-me onde eu estive
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
a luz retirada
era não para esse cheiro singular
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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