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mom poem

deve ir para trás, disse
nós não éramos muitos
quando você vier hoje à noite
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
eu sou o vento que wavers
têm você ouvido
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
esse ano
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas

 



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