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erotic poem

nosotros que estaban parados
hay cualquiera allí
el sol caminó abajo de su trono de oro
pensamientos a través de mi cabeza
los he oído en la noche
cómo es salvaje, cómo bruja-como extraño que la vida debe ser
uno con usted
soy fevered
mi alma es un campo arado oscuro
como él de quién alcohol en el resplandor del mediodía
en su vuelo
usted es hermoso y descolorado
si el asesino rojo piensa él mata

 



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