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short love poem

veio fazer exame de me pela mão
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
uma tempestade está montando na maré
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
no porto de york novo
o prado estava rastejando
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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