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sex poem

um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
raça elevado-carregada
assim perdido
e pão do breaketh mais
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
receoso não mais, eu digo
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
você é bonito e desvanecido
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente

 



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