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slam poetry

quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
eighty anos passaram, e mais
escute o mar soando
perguntam-me onde eu estive
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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