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happy birthday poem

eu ouvi-os na noite
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
e assim vai
há um país completamente do vinho
eu vi com olhos abertos
como uma vela branca
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
sobre o rio, no monte
eu sou uma mulher

 



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