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short love poem

quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
para a verdade, para o amor
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
qual eu desejo observar
macia weeping
eu resido na montanha da tabela
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu estou morrendo
a festa real foi feita

 



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