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erotic poem

quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
o que era ele os motores ditos
em setembro
quem é o corredor nos céus
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
ao longo de um river-side
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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