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baby shower poem

quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu resido na montanha da tabela
lá pela janela na casa velha
e ainda andaram sobre
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu penso d esplêndido justo
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
irmão, eu sou fogo
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
você é bonito e desvanecido
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora

 



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