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birthday poem

como um homem despido mim vai
era uma oysterman novo alto
porque săo as coisas que năo tęm nenhuma morte
eu vi a primeira pera
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
a neve sussurra sobre mim
fala năo bem

 



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