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grandmother poem

como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
no porto de york novo
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
três anos há hoje
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
trançado e tecido
os dias hypocritic
eu sei não onde

 



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