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brother poem

pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu tive um medo em minha vida
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
eu não queimo nenhum incense

 



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