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baby shower poem

eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
como nivelar cai
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
sol e vento e batida do mar
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada

 



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