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teen love poem

eighty anos passaram, e mais
tempestade
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
diga-me
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
flores dos bebês
melhore do que o granito
cidade que não é uma cidade
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim


 



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