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love poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
o doce com fern e levantou-se
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
eu não queimo nenhum incense
dê-me a fome
do sol nem das estrelas
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
em seu vôo
nunca em toda minha vida
assim perdido
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?

 



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