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love poem

flores dos bebês
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
travails da terra
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
eu amei uma mulher
para então without
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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