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sex poem

material da lua
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
alguns dos hurts que vocĂŞ se curou
para trás, gire para trás
há qualquer um lá
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocĂŞ se chama me, chamada
ao longo de um river-side
o que mim lhe devem
completamente dos rasgos
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
nĂŁo pendure nenhuma grinalda

 



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