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lost love poem

dê-me a fome
escute o mar soando
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
quando eu retornei no por do sol
ao longo de um river-side
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
era uma beleza nos dias
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite

 



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