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sex poem

completamente dos rasgos
receoso não mais, eu digo
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
truely
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
desolado e solitário
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
a neve sussurra sobre mim
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
como águias na elevação ascendente
abaixo do helm do guerreiro

 



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