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erotic poem

o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
uma vida na onda do oceano
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
desolado e solitário
eu estive
não esteja irritado com mim
cidade que não é uma cidade

 



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