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mother poem

as sombras dos navios
o mais saddest do ano
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
fala não bem
com o por do sol
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido

 



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