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religious poem

o corpo pode confinar
última meia-noite
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu prendo seu coração

 



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