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short friendship poem

os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
diga-me
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
material da lua
deve ir para trás, disse
sad são que sabem não o amor
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
não há nenhum escape pelo rio

 



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