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erotic poem

as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
estourou o vinho feroz
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu estive
a escuridão
não permaneça não mais
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
eighty anos passaram, e mais
material da lua
se eu for muito certo
eu tive um medo em minha vida
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
raça elevado-carregada

 



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