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do sol nem das estrelas
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
eu sou uma mulher
o alvorecer era verde maçã
disse
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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