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sex poem

tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
a algum os deuses gordos
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
se ele
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
com os olhos meek, marrons
todo meu amor para meu doce
talvez
macio como a cama na terra
quem é o corredor nos céus
diga-me
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
no alvorecer, disse

 



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