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erotic poem

quando eu retornei no por do sol
em e sobre
qual se mantem
este é o arsenal
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
se eu for muito certo
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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