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baby poem

behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu tive um medo em minha vida
este é o arsenal
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
era muitas e muito um ano há
nós colocamos
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
perguntam-me onde eu estive
como um homem despido mim vai
passado unrelenting do thou
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares

 



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