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friend poem

acima de e para baixo vai
algum queixou-se ao mestre
você recorda
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
para então without
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
vinho velho a beber
eu estou morrendo
balançado no berço do profundo

 



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