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grandmother poem

glass-blower do tempo
nunca em toda minha vida
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
desolado e solitário
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu amei uma mulher
bonito
eu não pray para a paz
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
diga-me não
felicidade

 



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