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life poem

eu năo posso dizę-lo agora
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu sou uma mulher
na esfera
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
as estrelas caíram do heaven
simplesmente falando
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
quando eu retornei no por do sol
agora que eu lhe esfriei
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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