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christmas poetry

dentro de minha mão eu prendo
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
flores dos bebês
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
há uma hora do descanso calmo
perguntam-me onde eu estive
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
havia um momento em anos anteriores

 



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