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grandmother poem

não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
a luz retirada
você diz que você me ama
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
escuro-eyed
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
caído assim
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração

 



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