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| by Tute |
Place without behavior is the heart
Ando about to be shared.
Straighten the clouds in the eye. The hours of light
me disproportionate. I
anything Jewry winds.
My beacon is a sunset with swallows. I develop my
even be touching the stone.
rests on a drizzly night. I accept my fate
in the dark.
At the end of the darkness came an owl.
Manuel de Barros
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