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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
levantado dos mortos
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
a luz retirada
eu estive pelo casement aberto
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
do assoalho ao teto
agite
eu sou uma mulher

 



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