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wedding poem

o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
nós não éramos muitos
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
as canções antigas
o que mim lhe devem
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
na esfera
glass-blower do tempo
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
melhore do que o granito
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade

 



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