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autumn poem

os dias hypocritic
ainda treze anos
eu amei uma mulher
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
todos tragam os anos
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
eu sou velho e cego
há qualquer um lá
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu penso d esplêndido justo
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
quem estará nomeando o vento
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
dê-me

 



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