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Eight

(yes, it is Saudade, thank you, Celino)


1 he cried, so much
when he saw me enjoying the water
like a little girl
2 the baby pink flowers
he got them, to decorate my hair
so cheap, but they made me happy
3 after we made love, he said
I had changed, I have matured
he caressed me until
I fell asleep
4 I urinated on myself, yet
he massaged my wet feet and
never left me alone
5 he smiled with a loving glow
at the supermarket because
I tickled my sides
and I looked funny
6 he kissed my face
my feet, my head, my hands
all night,
because I was sick
I was afraid
7 he cried again,
before I left
8 when I return, please,
never ever let me go
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