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fall poem

diga-me não
macia agora a luz do dia
a escuridão
não se aflija que sobre
mas alas, sonhos justos
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
eu vi com olhos abertos
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu prendo seu coração
não gire sua cabeça
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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