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suicide poetry

eu estive
acima de e para baixo vai
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
em sua barraca guardada
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
ruídos que strive rasgar
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
o dia é feito
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
eu moldei o mundo

 



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