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baby poem

são você acordado?
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
você recorda
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
do assoalho ao teto
apenas agora
levantado dos mortos
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
quando eu retornei no por do sol
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
ruídos que strive rasgar

 



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