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erotic poem

em e sobre
do sol nem das estrelas
eu estou morrendo
glass-blower do tempo
eu disse
balançado no berço do profundo
fraco-é voada a canção
se eu for muito certo
sob a folha dusky do laurel
sobre o rio, no monte
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro

 



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