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daughter poem

eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
no porto de york novo
não seja falso
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
felicidade
material da lua
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
eu estou morrendo
antes do saint de bronze solemn
glass-blower do tempo

 



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