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religious poem

aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
eu tive um medo em minha vida
eu penso d esplêndido justo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
o que nós fará agora
glass-blower do tempo
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
com alegria e maravilha
mas alas, sonhos justos
agora que eu lhe esfriei
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes

 



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