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sad death poem

nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
ruídos que strive rasgar
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
doce e forte
apenas agora
não do mundo largo do todo
escute o mar soando
eu sou fevered
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
muito bem, você liberais
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
desolado e solitário

 



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