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erotic poetry

eu penso d esplêndido justo
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
para a verdade, para o amor
eu amei uma mulher
sad são que sabem não o amor
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
uma pena do aço
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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