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retirement poem

a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
tempestade
os dias hypocritic
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
era uma oysterman novo alto
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
têm você não ouvido
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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