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baby poem

em sua barraca guardada
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
tempestade
como um homem despido mim vai
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
em possa
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
agora que eu lhe esfriei
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas

 



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