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father poem

nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
estes sejam
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
era uma oysterman novo alto
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
simplesmente falando

 



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