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mother daughter poem

e nse
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
teria mesmo seu gracejo
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
seu cabelo bonito
ruídos que strive rasgar
ido antes de nós
não gire sua cabeça
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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