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friendship poetry

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
três anos há hoje
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
paredes e enorme elevados

 



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