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i love you poem

eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
há um país completamente do vinho
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu vi a primeira pera
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
sob a lua da colheita
ao lado de um campo stricken
era uma beleza nos dias
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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