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mother daughter poem

os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
este é o arsenal
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
truely
traga-me a canção macia
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
pela ponte rude
em setembro
sob a lua da colheita
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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