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fall poem

um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
você recorda
seu cabelo bonito
agora que eu lhe esfriei
cara esposa
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
sobre o rio, no monte
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu quero saber onde você vive
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
os céus que eram ashen e sober
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares

 



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