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erotic poem

era uma oysterman novo alto
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
um pensamento doce solemn
o dia é feito
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
flores dos bebês
doce e forte
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
a festa real foi feita
em números mournful
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



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