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daughter poem

eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
doubtless eu recordo ainda
os poetas dizem
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu moldei o mundo
eu quero saber onde você vive
na esfera
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
travails da terra
alguns dos hurts que você se curou

 



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