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mil anos silenciosos há
doce e forte
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
caras bonitas, tragical
fora do mar sparkling
sombras voadas que varrem perto
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
qual se mantem
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente

 



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