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friendship poems

embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
sob a lua da colheita
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
eu penso d esplêndido justo
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
e com o pássaro humming
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
não se aflija que sobre
splendor doce
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
como nivelar cai
era muitas e muito um ano há
você está desobstruído

 



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