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com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
levantado dos mortos
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
você é bonito e desvanecido

 



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