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erotic poem

eu estive pelo casement aberto
eu sou o vento que wavers
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
veja, eles retornam
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
completamente dos rasgos
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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