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prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
doce e forte
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
caído assim
nobility da morte outra vez
na meia-noite
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
era uma oysterman novo alto
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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