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erotic poem

eu disse
como uma vela branca
de nossos lugares escondidos
os dias melancĂłlicos vieram
porque sĂŁo as coisas que nĂŁo tĂŞm nenhuma morte
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
moonlight profundo e macio
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
sob a folha dusky do laurel
escute o mar soando

 



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