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grandmother poem

paredes e enorme elevados
este é o arsenal
cidade que não é uma cidade
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
renove a visão do prazer
quem estará nomeando o vento
em todas as coisas não faladas de
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
em possa
você é meu companheiro
eu sou fevered
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes

 



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