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daughter poem

deus
quando você vier hoje à noite
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
nós que estiveram
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
porque
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu vi-o uma vez antes

 



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