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sex poem

fala não bem
receoso não mais, eu digo
você é meu companheiro
as sombras dos navios
do sol nem das estrelas
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu tive um medo em minha vida
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu sou fevered
os céus que eram ashen e sober
em setembro

 



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