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erotic poem

eu tive um medo em minha vida
arched a inundação
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
do assoalho ao teto
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
é ido
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
em setembro
sobre o rio, no monte
bonito
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha

 



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