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autumn poem

eu encho este copo
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu não queimo nenhum incense
rosas e ouro
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu estou cantando-lhe
completamente dos rasgos

 



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