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love poem

era năo para esse cheiro singular
moonlight profundo e macio
vocę pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em vocę
eu moldei o mundo
na esfera
mas alas, sonhos justos
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
estes sejam

 



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