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mother daughter poem

era o outono do ano
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
um history muito notável isto é
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
veja, eles retornam
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eu sou velho e cego
eu espero-o
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu estive

 



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