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grandmother poem

diz de épocas velhas boas
em setembro
deixe-nos plantar
calma como que segundo verão
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
doce e forte
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
splendor doce

 



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