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wedding poem

era năo para esse cheiro singular
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
escute
pôde tę-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu estou cantando-lhe
năo seja falso
filhas do tempo

 



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