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child poem

e nse
sadly falando
em sua barraca guardada
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
última meia-noite
glass-blower do tempo
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
ido antes de nós

 



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