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wedding poem

dê-me a fome
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
não do mundo largo do todo
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
completamente dos rasgos
sol e vento e batida do mar

 



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