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aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
com os olhos meek, marrons
ame-me no último, ou se você não
eu estou cantando-lhe
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
dê-me a fome
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
simplicity
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
três anos há hoje

 



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