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happy birthday poem

em e sobre
qual eu desejo observar
há qualquer um lá
este é o arsenal
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu sou o vento que wavers
quando eu retornei no por do sol
era não para esse cheiro singular
eu fui acima e trago as ruas

 



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