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christmas poetry

vocę diz que vocę me ama
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu sou velho e cego
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
escute o mar soando
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eu estive pelo casement aberto
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
ido antes de nós
o mais saddest do ano

 



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