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open your mouth
you learned to gentle speak
soon comes butter
does fruit make one weak
my hours are heady,
my pressure in a language
i wasn't taught to speak
but it filled me from womb
and out i shall
the estores turn both sides
and down soon enough
after wind that your hand too graspsand holds aperta not anymore to bruise plum petals we pridely adorn
you ask me to tell you where to move your hand where did the covinhas in our cheeks change ways
and my voice crack
no request underneath a faint fear
your hours fill me with song
a thousand times heard felt always deep
i didn't see it pacing quickly
through the old bread shop
where i am a guest
of what i didn't figure yet
to speak my ears hollow out of beat
messy house late comfort
in pontos e fios
and so so much meaning in each fork raised
like a wave that knows not to be abrupt
so many pronouns mail left behind
the birds the orange tart heard at last for peace
i am at fault i agree in discomfort
look so polite and good
bring out my tasqueira tone
senão entra mosca
