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mother poem

têm você não ouvido
receoso não mais, eu digo
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
na esfera
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
vinho velho a beber
do sol nem das estrelas

 



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