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erotic poem

era não para esse cheiro singular
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
fora do mar sparkling
antes do saint de bronze solemn
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
apenas agora
a luz retirada
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
carrinho aqui por meu lado
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
a noite era preta e drear

 



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