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suicide poetry

eu ganhei a raça
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
diz de épocas velhas boas
e pão do breaketh mais
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
ao longo dos bancos
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
as sombras dos navios

 



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