The window could take a scrub
but in bed it shed
fresh greenness
across the world from
where our limbs locked
tongues of tenderness
fighting losses.
A janela agradecia limpeza
mas entornava na cama
uma fresca verdura
atravessando o mundoonde trancavam as pernas
nossas línguas ternas
contra algumas perdas
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