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baby poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu estive
têm você não ouvido
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
irmão, eu sou fogo
a algum os deuses gordos
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração

 



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