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grandma poem

sono, irmão cinzento da morte
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
ao longo dos bancos
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais

 



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