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sex poem

porque
esse ano
na meia-noite
você é bonito e desvanecido
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
diz de épocas velhas boas
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
teria mesmo seu gracejo
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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