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erotic poem

até sua janela da câmara
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
eu ganhei a raça
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
há um país completamente do vinho
eu quero saber onde você vive
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
têm você ouvido
travails da terra
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía

 



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