she opens her petals at night
(my moon remains a planet of magna
the spring explodes my flesh into vapor
Love invents sunsets and shades within breasts)
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Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro... -
Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts
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