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son poem

o céu
a escuridão
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
alguns dias mais ventosos
o corpo pode confinar
era uma beleza nos dias
eu encho este copo
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu estou morrendo
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras

 



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