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teen love poem

eu disse
em setembro
em seus regimentals ásperos
uma pena do aço
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
perguntam-me onde eu estive
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
acima de e para baixo vai
eu sou velho e cego
assim perdido
trançado e tecido

 



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