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(Milton Pires)

In to her nasty dreams
I perish like a lad in the
trenches calling for
guidance through the
glooming night of
lunacy without hope
nor joy...

For the very glance of
her bluest eye melts the
bravest fellow till the
end of time.

June, 2018

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