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family poem

através do peito aching da terra larga
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
na esfera
conseqüentemente eu não posso
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu sou uma mulher
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
levantado dos mortos
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
deve ir para trás, disse
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas

 



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