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mother poem

um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
dê-me
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
as canções antigas
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
eu ouvi-os na noite
nós não éramos muitos
quem ama a chuva
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
aflija-se não para o invisível
moonlight profundo e macio

 



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