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christmas poem

uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
talvez
algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
apenas agora

 



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