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baby poem

nós não éramos muitos
carrinho aqui por meu lado
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
nunca em toda minha vida
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
ido antes de nós
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía

 



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