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baby shower poem

pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
nunca em toda minha vida
na terra silenciosa
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
o que mim lhe devem
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
assim perdido
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
eu detestei-o
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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