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good bye poem

um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
em seus regimentals ásperos
sob a folha dusky do laurel
completamente dos rasgos
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu resido na montanha da tabela
para a verdade, para o amor
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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