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sorry poem

para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
teria mesmo seu gracejo
dê-me a fome
agora que eu lhe esfriei
ame-me no último, ou se você não
melhore do que o granito
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
cai aqui nenhuma luz
para trás, gire para trás
arched a inundação

 



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