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poem for pastors

eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
há tręs maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
nós colocamos
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
há uma hora do descanso calmo
vocę diz que vocę me ama
agora quando meus bordos viverem
até sua janela da câmara

 



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