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sex poem

têm você não ouvido
deixe-me ser sad
deixe-nos plantar
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
e nse
a escuridão
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
material da lua
ao longo dos bancos
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos

 



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