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father poem

você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
macio como a cama na terra
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
nunca em toda minha vida
para a verdade, para o amor
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu quero saber onde você vive
ao longo de um river-side

 



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