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erotic poem

alguns dos hurts que você se curou
doubtless eu recordo ainda
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
a algum os deuses gordos
do sol nem das estrelas
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
é ido
filhas do tempo
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
tempestade
eu não queimo nenhum incense
a noite era preta e drear
mil anos silenciosos há

 



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