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pumpkin poem

mil anos silenciosos há
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu vi com olhos abertos
escute
porque
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
e ainda andaram sobre
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
trançado e tecido

 



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