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happy birthday poem

limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu estou morrendo
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
doce e forte
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
na esfera
cara esposa
minha mĂŁe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
truely
o movimento do seu corpo Ă© como a mĂşsica

 



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