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baby poem

poderíamos nós mas para saber
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu moldei o mundo
a noite era preta e drear
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
ainda treze anos
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus

 



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