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teen love poem

lá pela janela na casa velha
mas alas, sonhos justos
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu encho este copo
nós não éramos muitos
não gire sua cabeça
antes do saint de bronze solemn
diga-me
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
dê-me a fome

 



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