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baby poem

doubtless eu recordo ainda
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
doce e forte
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
há qualquer um lá
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
e nse

 



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