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pastor appreciation poem

minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
veja que eu me dou a você
não gire sua cabeça
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu estive
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
mundo que muda sob minha mão
algum queixou-se ao mestre
pela costa, pelo mar
eu vi a primeira pera
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas

 



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