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grandmother poem

os céus que eram ashen e sober
vontade você glimmer no mar?
poderíamos nós mas para saber
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
truely
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
uma pena do aço
passado unrelenting do thou

 



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