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grandma poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
e păo do breaketh mais
em possa
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocę
para a verdade, para o amor
eu tive um medo em minha vida
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
vontade vocę glimmer no mar?
material da lua
do assoalho ao teto

 



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