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mother daughter poem

nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
até sua janela da câmara
sob a folha dusky do laurel
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
perguntam-me onde eu estive
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
cara esposa

 



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