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erotic poetry

nós não éramos muitos
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
é ido
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
não do mundo largo do todo
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se

 



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