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short love poem

eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu năo queimo nenhum incense
como águias na elevaçăo ascendente
eu vou minha maneira complacently
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
doce e forte
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
para a verdade, para o amor
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado

 



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