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eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
talvez
poderíamos nós mas para saber
flores dos bebês
era não para esse cheiro singular
agora que eu lhe esfriei
ame-me no último, ou se você não
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
há qualquer um lá
ao longo de um river-side
nobility da morte outra vez
ainda treze anos

 



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