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baby shower poem

limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
qual se mantem
sad são que sabem não o amor
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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