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mother poem

os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
arched a inundação
era uma oysterman novo alto
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eighty anos passaram, e mais
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
glass-blower do tempo
o oeste velho, o tempo velho

 



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