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dentro de minha mão eu prendo
este é o arsenal
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
teria mesmo seu gracejo
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
mulher boa
agite
sob a folha dusky do laurel
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante

 



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