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baby poem

como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
nós que estiveram
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu ouvi-os na noite
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
travails da terra
eu ganhei a raça
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu

 



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