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baby poem

esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu sou velho e cego
há uma hora do descanso calmo
paredes e enorme elevados
disse
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
em seu vôo

 



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