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short love poem

sob a folha dusky do laurel
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
muito bem, vocĂŞ liberais
eu vi que vocĂŞ hunched e tiritando nas pedras
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu sou fevered
dĂŞ-me a fome
os poetas dizem
veja que eu me dou a vocĂŞ
há uma hora do descanso calmo
truely

 



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