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mom poem

e nse
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
ame-me no último, ou se você não
o céu
todo meu amor para meu doce
última meia-noite
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
mundo que muda sob minha mão
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela

 



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