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slam poetry

eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu sou uma mulher
uma tempestade está montando na maré
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
cidade que não é uma cidade
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
agora que eu lhe esfriei
eu vi com olhos abertos
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
macia weeping

 



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