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marriage poem

o doce com fern e levantou-se
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
paredes e enorme elevados
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
agora quando meus bordos viverem
e nse
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
rosas e ouro
quem ama a chuva
teria mesmo seu gracejo

 



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