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sorry poem

são você acordado?
eu sou o vento que wavers
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
vivido pelo river-side
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
lá pela janela na casa velha
mas alas, sonhos justos

 



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