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teen love poem

quem ama a chuva
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o corpo pode confinar
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
o doce com fern e levantou-se
glass-blower do tempo
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
muito bem, você liberais
ido antes de nós
a noite era preta e drear
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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