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Mother's Day

Oh, sweet mom,
who wakes me up in the morning
with the pão de queijo on the table,
who knows exactly the type of milk I drink,
the vegetables I like,
the meat I eat.

Oh, sweet mom,
you don't know what kind of people I get interested to,
but it doesn't really matters...
I'm lonely anyway.
The loneliness has no sex.

I'm sorry, mom.
I'm not happy.


(Júlio B.)
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