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thanksgiving poetry

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
agite
e pão do breaketh mais
sol e vento e batida do mar
passado unrelenting do thou
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu tive um medo em minha vida
trançado e tecido

 



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