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mother poem

glooms dos viv-carvalhos
porque
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
mundo que muda sob minha mão
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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