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baby shower poem

eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
até sua janela da câmara
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
um history muito notável isto é
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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