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child poem

não permaneça não mais
simplesmente falando
e nse
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
os céus que eram ashen e sober
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
disse
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
sad são que sabem não o amor
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje

 



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