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grandmother poem

assim perdido
eu tenho que dizer good-night
a escuridăo rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
vocę é meu companheiro
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu estive pelo casement aberto
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu vi com olhos abertos
agite
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razăo

 



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