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grandma poem

eu vi com olhos abertos
mas alas, sonhos justos
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
um com vocĂŞ
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble


 



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