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father poem

em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
irmão, eu sou fogo
nós não éramos muitos
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
caído assim
eu vi com olhos abertos
ao longo de um river-side

 



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