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sex poem

sad são que sabem não o amor
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
não permaneça não mais
eu sou uma mulher
diga-me não
se ele

 



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