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sex poem

havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
muito bem, você liberais
eu vou minha maneira complacently
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
a escuridão rola para cima
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
você é bonito e desvanecido
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
mundo que muda sob minha mão
o prado estava rastejando
se eu for muito certo
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
em sua barraca guardada
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz

 



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