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grandma poem

minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
eighty anos passaram, e mais
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
ainda treze anos
eu vi a primeira pera
perguntam-me onde eu estive
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
uma tempestade está montando na maré

 



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