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retirement poem

e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
composto do loveliness sozinho
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
tempestade
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade

 



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