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grandma poem

eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
os prayers brancos pequenos
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
aflija-se não para o invisível
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
o ar é como uma borboleta
em todas as coisas não faladas de
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés

 



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