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sex poem

a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
o prado estava rastejando
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
o que era ele os motores ditos
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
o que mim lhe devem

 



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