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suicide poem

há uma hora do descanso calmo
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
o céu
doubtless eu recordo ainda
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
para trás, gire para trás
no alvorecer, disse
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
nós colocamos
mundo que muda sob minha mão

 



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