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grandma poem

o sol está acima
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
estourou o vinho feroz
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
o mais saddest do ano
através do peito aching da terra larga
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
o alvorecer era verde maçã

 



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