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love poem

muito bem, você liberais
nós não éramos muitos
dê-me
com os olhos meek, marrons
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
ainda treze anos
carrinho aqui por meu lado
tempestade
você ouve a chuva?
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
talvez
na meia-noite
do assoalho ao teto
três anos há hoje

 



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