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grandmother poem

o oeste velho, o tempo velho
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas

 



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