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love friendship poem

levantado dos mortos
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
eu tenho que dizer good-night
poderíamos nós mas para saber
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
trançado e tecido
qual eu desejo observar
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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