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mother poem

a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eighty anos passaram, e mais
levantado dos mortos
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
ao longo dos bancos
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada

 



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