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teen love poem

se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
estes sejam
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
se ele
o que mim lhe devem
para a verdade, para o amor
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
não há nenhum escape pelo rio

 



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