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death poem

eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
ruídos que strive rasgar
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
os dias melancólicos vieram

 



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