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erotic poetry

quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
macia weeping
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
quando você vier hoje à noite
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
para trás, gire para trás

 



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