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african american poetry

uma vez este turf macio
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
irmão, eu sou fogo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
há uma hora do descanso calmo
eu prendo seu coração
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
não se aflija que sobre
uma pena do aço
têm você ouvido
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas

 



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