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erotic poem

eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
levantado dos mortos
caras bonitas, tragical
como ela
macio como a cama na terra
sombras voadas que varrem perto
até sua janela da câmara
não se aflija que sobre
têm você não ouvido
melancolia, azul era
trançado e tecido
diga-me

 



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