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sad death poem

eu vi com olhos abertos
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
quando você vier hoje à noite
eu moldei o mundo
não gire sua cabeça
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
com o por do sol
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
deus
uma milha atrás
eu espero-o

 



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