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love poem

eu sou fevered
até sua janela da câmara
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
eu sou uma mulher
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
paredes e enorme elevados
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se

 



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