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erotic poetry

em e sobre
há qualquer um lá
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eighty anos passaram, e mais
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
cidade que não é uma cidade
em setembro
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu estou morrendo
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio

 



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