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erotic poetry

nós que estiveram
eu detestei-o
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
nós colocamos
o que nós fará agora
irmão, eu sou fogo
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
os céus que eram ashen e sober
alguns dias mais ventosos
escute

 



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