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erotic poem

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
eu disse
o mais saddest do ano
a festa real foi feita
o alvorecer era verde maçã
travails da terra
melancolia, azul era
faça exame de meus bracelets

 



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