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poem for pastors

abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
ainda treze anos
eu sou uma mulher
Ăşltima noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
não gire sua cabeça
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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